Greasy, battered bullcrap
You know the saying There’s nothing better than a good book? Well then there’s nothing worse than a bad one. Anything that forces you to stop, block out all life, and focus completely on a series of unmoving words page by page better be hot enough to hold your attention or so help it God it’ll get the rummage heap, I tells you.
I’ve become completely addicted to those Rice Krispies treats. The big-ass bars they sell at the grocery. I swear they insert cubes of the finest Columbian cocaine in betwixt those crispy, marshmellow-y kernels, ’cause once you start, you fucking cannot stop. Lorda mercy.
Fourth of July weekend and this nigga gets four days off. I can’t believe 2006 is half way over.
