Tuesday, September 10, 2002

If Jack Sprat ate no fat, and killed the cat, and finally smoked a rat... then that fat Fuck, with the bath mat and weathered hat could care less if I, a stoned hack with a black sack of Julio's freshly cooked crack, went over to his kitchen with a mini-bus load of retired tailors and ate up all of his perishable items, like breads and fruits and maybe an onion or two. Fuck that, let's haul ass. And as Royal Tenanbaum said, "I'm half Hebrew and the children are 3/4 Mick-Catholic."

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