A Concise Story
How's LA treating you, Mr M4dd0g?
Indeed?
Here are two pic's of our imminent meetin'.
Bein' the 'tografa,
I'm not innem.
We ate & drank mad shit in Dawg's favorite Bar.
Liz needed the exercise.
Pity the fool.
She was like the worst bartender eva.
She di'n't know what Chartreuse was,
said she didn't have any,
I order'd a double Pernod,
then she ax' me how many drinks I'd had that day.
I ax'd her 'standard' or 'pour'd'.
She went confuss'd.
I said 4.5.
I'd had 16 or 17, but that's not the point.
Then we play'd Space Invaders.
An' drank more an' I was tips.
The bottle of Chartreuse
was at her eye level
the whole time.
Then she 86'd us.
An' then Rob went onna date.
Worth his weight,
that man.
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Here is me feeling the bicep of Mr Henry Rollins
You should have felt his neck.
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Maxamillion,
you look
cash in what yo' weddin'.
Las' photo is gorgeous!
LOVE ATTAYALL
UnS
