the desert and LA

fellas,

packing for my california adventure. 5 days of grab-ass, blackjack, whiffle football, wade rouse's moustache, tit-dip, and sunshine. now that i think of it, forget the sunshine. and the blackjack. but bring the tit-dip. ALWAYS remember the tit-dip.

i hope my plane doesnt crash on the way there. on the way back, thatd be at least half okay. but i really want to see SMOG one more time before i spin away forever. and tit-dip, too. wade's moustache? uh, that i could do without.

john ashcroft resigned today. arafat is barely holding on in a french hospital. my fantasy football team put up major points last weekend, and should dominate for the rest of the season. wade asked me to buy him a book on al-qaeda and bring it with me to LA. i almost picked up sean hannity's volume of smug instead as a joke. but then i thought better of it. guaranteed rouse is punching me in the face at some point during my vacation. i dont need to provoke the wingman any more than necessary. he has been all tenderfoot and needles since election day. hopefully he'll recover in time for putt-putt in valencia.

i saw mindy on friday night. unfortunately, the hood stayed put in her trousers.

ninja shoes, 2 pair clean undies, retainer, passport, stool softener, box cutter, whiffle football. oh. sorry. just thinking aloud.

more posts next week.

take care down there.