flying spaghetti monster.

before i said heaven is not a place but it's the way i feel. this is still true. but now there is a volcano of beer and a stripper factory.

Willow

Is just Moses with mid jets.

sixty...i think.

i think you only think im pretty when you're drunk. im shielding myself from now on.

Well, that's depressing...

You were a good teacher, and I was a rebellious little shit (It should be noted that I'm now a rebellious big shit, but I can tone it down now.) There are better ways to go than on Christmas Eve of brain cancer.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry for all of the Satanism symbolism I etched in every ashtray I made in your class.

fiftynine.

tonight we have discovered that "too many puppies" means more than we thought.