Saturday, September 22, 2007

smaller and smaller and smaller

breast size jokes aside, this is more about what i hear (between the lines) of when miserable people interact, or try to at any rate.

this post is brought to you by a bic ball point pen, jeanettes tracing paper, a lack of fucking around with it in photoshop, overheard bar conversations, vodka and cranberry juice, budwiser, and the letter... um... well fuck it ill go with Q...