Saturday, September 08, 2001

The Gimp and I got lit up last night. The only thing I can remember is driving around the old neighborhood, hitting the pub and then i'm staring at the ceiling in my bedroom. Thank God the Gimp didn't walk in with a breakfast tray and say: "Last night was fantastic. How'd you do that whirly thing?".
posted by HZA | 11:16 AM | email | archive