Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Don't kid yourself, sucka. You thought riding to Mortimer's All Night Card Room was pointless, confusing, cold and windy? We have been training in old bomber jackets, through frozen rivers of suffering, shadowed by hostile government agents! While you have been "training" in your heated pussy controlled indoor jr. high track wearing immaculate white spandex. And your hair was perfect.
Because we are at least a mov(i)e ahead of you, fool!