You know about pug.
Pug has a friend.
He sits behind me
He wears his shirts open on Fridays.
HE is hairless.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
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A blog about the New York artworld, body modification, mythical beasts, getting high, and wanting to die.
A blog about the New York artworld, body modification, mythical beasts, getting high, and wanting to die.
2 comments:
MM,
take some tacks from your desk drawer, walk up to this louse and stick them in his foolish hairless chest. he will not soon forget it and maybe he will reassess his fashion decisions. how hateful!
so sorry to hear about your pain,
UT
You are so whiney. I bet no one can stand your ass.
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