underestimated wicked

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Monday, November 29, 2004

Bitch, I am a minister of death....

Fuck Freeway. The only movie you ever need to see in your entire life is Freeway 2: Confessions Of A Trick Baby. It will fullfill all your cinematic needs. It's got swears, blood, old-fashion plug-in vibrators, and an old-timey story book feel.
Go to SuperAmerica on a Sunday, buy about six 3.2 40oz. of Bud, and rent this fucking film. You won't want to go to work in the morning. Your only concern will be finding your way into a women's correctional facility, then escaping with your favorite mexican lesbian. Shit, that's all that's on my mind.
I might not be able to write much longer, as I am full of beer, and sooperdoopertothemax excited about getting arrested.
Tonight my jammies are hot pink hot pants and an oversized Jesus & Mary Chain t-shirt. I guarentee if i walk out into the streets of Bryn Mawr, ready to fry up some johns, I will be in the slammer by 4am.
Bank on it.


"I'll bust you open like a goddamn watermelon."