I'm going home. I've had enough of this crazy ass place.

Yo farmboy, the cows are calling.

today was a warm and sunny day, no cloud to see
i had to be at work all day, work was not bad, but rather not on a day like this

got to be up early
one more spliff

oh yeah! the craziness! it's... it's fucking mIND DESTROYING.

im gonna go take my sanity pills so i can manage to read the rest of the thread.

SHIT'S BANANAS!








:/

Oh. Ha ha. I thought that was some kind of attempt at a hip/tough self-portrait.

Actually they look a little gay. You sure that's not a gay bar photo?

This thread is relatively sane compared to what I was referring to, actually--which was my work place.

Yeah. He sorta looks like, shit, I have to drink with these clowns.

Chipper's new bed came today! A big 30 x 50 inch orthodpedic-type mattress. Yay!

oooooooooh....

i thought you were "leaving" SYG.

that usually merits an original post though, like "im quitting this fekkin board and i am posting about it cuz im so speshall" or "i don't give a shit about any of you but im posting to tell you about it anyway".

sorry for the confusion

i blame leaded gasoline. don't ask.

No problem, man. I understand. Sort of.

Chipper is happy on his new bed. He's listening to Ride's Going Blank Again with me. He's smiling.

If I'd hooked up with the wrong crowd around 1990, I easily could have become a raver.

leaving like that makes it too awkward to pull a comeback once you've calmed down a bit.

Well, it doesn't seem to stop people from coming back here.

yeah.. when they start feeling bored/lonely & wanna see if somebody out there missed them.

or not. i don't know. i don't even care!

shit it's kinda crazy to figure out i've been on SYG for almost two years straight. time flies.

Does anybody know anything about the history of alcohol advertising in the New Yorker magazine? I was perusing an issue from 1973 and every otehr page practically was a booze ad. In today's issues, there no alcohol ads. What happened? When?

Anybody?

No. Fucking yanquis.