i walk in and it smells like cookies in the house
but i don't see any. shouldn't they be sitting, cooling on the kitchen counter?
goddamn if cookies or cake or pies were made, then i want my fair share as roommate.
i once read somewhere that "white light/white heat" by the velvet underground was the first punk song. i don't know if that's true, but that's good pr for vr.
some comedian with a non-funny annoying wife (saw her on last comic s.) just referenced "w.a.s.p." on tv, which i HATE.
again, if you didn't read some previous post, i don't hate white anglo saxon people, i just hate people who refer to themselves as that.
posted by fillshe @ 8:37 PM
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