Monthly Archives: August 2009

I hurt my brain.

And there begins my endless nihilistic bender where I fight a meme at the corner of Drunk and Vermouth. I know it isn’t an original thought… in fact that is the whole point. I was able to type this because I was shaking the shaker.

Pay an escort to not bathe for five days, then cover themselves in glitter, dust, and sunscreen, wear a skanky neon wig, dance close naked, then say they have a lover back home.