the young and the pestilent

As if my life weren't exxciting nuff already, last weekend I was out on the turps having a pretty weird night generally [at my local bar there was a woman in an fat suit and a barmaid with a pinada on her head>crazy times afoot] and, when the local bar closed, we were booted on the next bar, and so there we were slouching around HAPPILY DOWNING HAPPY BEER when my baby pointed out a dude in a glowing white suit with a glowing white head just a few stops down the bar.

Was it the Bundy bear>NO!

Was it Gandalf> NO MAN, WAS BETTER THAN THAT!

WAS IT BILL MOTHERFUCKING HUNTER>

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woah brother, how did you guess that? DO WE HHAVE SOME ESP CONNECTION/ARE WE IDENTICAL TWINS?



Anway...Bill motherfuckin Hunter!




So there's no real point to this post 'cept to demonstrate how extremely fuckoed my brain is at the moment with a pointless story about Bill Hunter featuring a pinada>i.e. pretty fuckoed.

normal service will resume shortly.....unless i have done myself some permanent damadagio/acquired brain injury etc. Or unless my brain has finally cracked it with my whoring/drinking/violence and has moved back in with its parents.


[Man, you know I love you brainy. Please come back. I promise I will treat you good this time.]


xoxo nora