watching a fat kid in a "got milk?" shirt spastically beat the shit out of a pinata and screaming "cheese and crackers!" while i sat sipping a tecate was not what i had in mind for my saturday nite, but i suppose it was better than the prison rape that was jotted down in my day planner.

in other news, the big poonjabbi called me drunk off his ass at 3 in the morning to tell me he had just had sex with 3 different girls. related story: big poonjabbi still owes me 20 bucks.

rock the parcel.

uh huh.

word.