The following handwritten letter was recently discovered on the sun-drenched marble steps of McKinley Hall:

Dear Lisa,

This summer camp sucks big-time ass! My drawing class is sketchy at best and I caught my chewing professor feverishly masticating at lunch. Say at what point do you stop using rectal thermometers as novelty drink stirrers? My gut says when spicy tacos attack, but my ass says “Gut, goddamit--I get all your shit and I’m fucking sick of it! Why don’t we send some processed cheese the other way out for once?” Hmm, this might sound crazy, but maybe I've been hallucinating on toxic pine bark laced with bad-grade heroin which I've been unkowingly burning as incense at my exclusive kick-ass crochet house parties.

Dog fighting is bad, but after-hours cat juggling and fish-teasing is just horrific,

Kristin

Song of the Day:

Van Halen “Act Like It Hurts” demo

It's Called Gettin' Down in the 25th Century

Horny Space Princess: What are you doing?
Buck Rogers: It's called gettin' down. It's a little before your time if it frightens you.
Horny Space Princess: Nothing frightens me!
Buck Rogers: Alright fine then get down and boogie.

The following handwritten letter was recently discovered crumpled up on the steps of McKinley Hall:

Dear Lisa,

I put my mad acting skills on full display when I groped my way through the Ironic Contradiction TV Convention as a blind sober seeing alcoholic astronaut discharged from NASA because I claimed a well meaning, but over anxious genie lived with me at my house in the 60’s. It was touchy feely until I was manhandled by a woman wearing kid gloves. Hey how many times a week do you shave your feet? The tops of my toes look like thick pube mustaches and that fiery rash between my boobs has quickly spread to my armpits. Oh yeah, I’ve been using your deodorant the past couple of days since my deodorant ran out a couple days ago and wearing your sport bras and putting them back in your drawer without washing them.

Don’t worry you can share my calamine lotion,

Kristin

Song of the Day:

“How I Feel” Wax Tailor

Flight of the Conchords, "Bowie Song"

Natural blues

seeing christina ricci as a gyrating angel ontop of a tv set is titillating. this is one of moby's magnum opus.

Celebrate Freedom with Schlitz Malt Liquor