Flossing feels good. I'm an incredibly huge fan of Neptune, but I think sometimes, sure, it's a gas giant, but come on, it's fucking Neptune. Who gives a shit? Other times, I think, "Jesus, how many of my greasy, pig fingers have eaten the filth of food?" I just watched an indie ballad that, under minorly (word?) different circumstances, would've been a borderline pop ballad sensation, like a modern Richard Marx. Richard Marx, that son of a bitch. The Astros spanked the shitty Braves. It's 2-1. Game tomorrow. Let me tell you something, I'm not a fan of salesfolk. Not so much salesfolk, it's more a certain type of salesperson, the kind with no dignity; like some door to door salesperson that won' leave your doorstep. There's a special place in Hell for them. If I was chosen to rewrite Dante's Inferno, I'd include them and Smashmouth. If I ever became President, I would make really unobjectionable statements like, "Brushing your teeth's great." or "Tables, glad they're around." I'm about to pass out.
Posted by robby at October 9, 2005 03:55 AMSugar Ray and Smashmouth are in cahoots. Careful, or the, uh, well, do they actually have fans? If they do I can't rightly describe them. Anyway, beware of the Sugar Ray and Smashmouth fans. Oh, they're out there, waiting.
Posted by: jessa at October 9, 2005 10:36 AM