spitefulgod

Ahhh good ol Ewan Mcgregor

Yesterday was pretty crappy at the Arts in the Park although the redeeming quality of having to get pissed was there and the company of the wife of course, we are going to try again sometimes today. I never listened to the band because they are all crap in comparison to my internal composition equipment. I did have some pretty fucked up dreams last night, one about sex, one about bats, and another about a trio of hideously fat Chinese monks (one was female though) and the gate of singing genitals. Anywho I better get off and have a shower because I totally stink after this mornings session. And I really cannot get over the fact that this pic was banded from the naughty pics section.



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Here's a pic of the othernight for who cares Syrup was in the loo at the time throwing up with that dyke mate of hers...