So this week's exercise in depravity is tentatively entitled "Yes, I Enjoy Punching Telephone Poles, or How I Can Get The Phone Number Of Every Girl I Meet And Make Out With None Of Them."
Lately I have been the master of the one- line blog. Less is more...? I don't know. Perhaps I feel that I'm being, you know, super- mysterious or something. Regardless, right now (well, quarter past six in the morning, as it be) is not probably the best time for reflection on my life, drunk or sober. I'd probably ought to sleep instead.
Fuck it.
Lately I have been the master of the one- line blog. Less is more...? I don't know. Perhaps I feel that I'm being, you know, super- mysterious or something. Regardless, right now (well, quarter past six in the morning, as it be) is not probably the best time for reflection on my life, drunk or sober. I'd probably ought to sleep instead.
Fuck it.
"Yes, I Enjoy Punching Telephone Poles, or How I Can Get The Phone Number Of Every Girl I Meet And Make Out With None Of Them."
Just lower your standards sir.