Phill, in Natter, trying to balance out the sad news about Robert Plamer and George Plimpton -
BUT on a totaly different note: It's Johnny Appleseed's birthday. And, no, it's not just a publicity stunt dreamed up by the sharks over at the Aplle Board, the same jokers who brought you the "Fuck Pears!" campaign.
The fabulous Phill in Natter, getting me in trouble with my boss:
You know what I love?
Crack. I mean it, a nice big rock that just smokes up so smooth. mmmMMMM
Phill on crack is a scary, scary, thought.
Phill on crack is kind of redundant, really.
Ok, now, I stopped selling crack in schoolyrads. That is so '80's anyway. I was kidding. Now you know what's good and how? Crystal Meth. Now that's a nice smoov menthol flavor that sends pure Crank goodness to your T-Zone. Take a tip from a guy who does: Crystal Meth. Be the Meth.
Yeah, Crystal Meth this, Crystal Meth that. It's meth bastards that makes my Wal-mart hide the Actifed in the pharmacy and only lets me have three boxes at a time, and only during pharmacy hours. Fuckos.
Well, Wal-mart, anyway.
I think that was either Ms. PMoon, or Ms. Cowboy Taco von Hardy.
Eeek! I thought for sure it was you. Jess PMoon, perhaps?