Fry-day

Yo. Been off my game lately peeps. Like an overly tanned, potbellied, former star tennis player gone to seed, staring out at the sea- that primordial soup to which someday we shall all return. Asshes to ashes. Hmmm, who could imagine such a thing???

Oh snap. It's as if just by saying it I summoned that shit from above... you know from my ATTIC FILLED WITH PICTURES OF FAT, TAN MEN. It exists.

Bwaaahhahahaha. Just kidding, y'all. I keep that shit in my cellar. Along with my FAMILY.

Whoa. Bad taste? Mais oui. Sorry folks. It's Friday, cannot help myself.

BUT I have to work tomorrow. I KNOW, suckass. I need something to buoy my spirits:

Showing people this photo of my teen years growth spurt always seems to cheer me up. I'm fucking MASSIVE!!!!


Laters.