They'd seen his face before...

Nobody was really sure, he was from the house of loooooooove.

Yeah.

Yeah yeah yeah.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.

Sorry, I haven't stretched my fingers in a while.

Quick tangent: you know what I like? people who don't end sentences with prepositions. "For which," "to which," "from which nightwalking flooz-queen would you prefer to receive your ZJ?" It's clean. Get my meaning?

Reminds me of something my third grade teacher used to tell me, she used to say "you show me a tropical fruit, and I'll show you a cocksucker from Guatamala." ....no that was a guy I met in the army. -George Carlin

Looks like Grandpa's coming over for a bit. Love him... love my folks... but this place is killing me. I feel like I'm 50 years old living here. The energy is sucked right out of me as soon as I step in the door. The sound of my own name being shrieked across the house has given me a twitch. No exageration. Does it make me a bad person? Fuck. I feel like it does... but I really hope it's just a normal reaction.

Anyway sorry for the downer at the end there... I wasn't expecting it, but it can't be helped. It happens... what? shit? yeah, forest gump. Such a fucking headcase.

Don't pretend like you're not.