Help, Bloggers!
I've just got a new computer at the office, but it doesn't remember my blodder id or password or anything. I can't log on from there. Can someone hack this thing and let me back in, please?
Ta. Send any info to ami@sacitylife.com
Yield to the King (R.I.P. 302)
Where shit spouts eternal
Friday, June 08, 2001
Thursday, June 07, 2001
We could put up live web cams on the island and start a reality show: Uncle Fucker Island or Family Naais.
Tuesday, June 05, 2001
Roger's really 147. All the MDMA has somehow preserved his carapace, but deep inside the rot continues. Hence the breath. And the uncanny ability to persuade females to pierce themselves in clandestine areas for his own pleasure.
Newf - 1) Tie plank to roofracks of beemer
2) Attach footholds
3) Give car keys and bottle of tequila to Roger Young
4) Get naked, get on, get moving.
Making fun of born-again Christians is like hunting dairy cows with a high powered rifle and scope. -- P.J. O'Rourke
Responsibility or suicide. Tough call, Rog. Would a love-child and a neck-injury suffice?
Andy - Had 6ft. Off-The-Wall all to myself this morning. If I were any more Soul right now I'd be able to walk through walls. Phone me, punk-ass.
Everybody - Hop on a plane. We're watching Blade Runner at my place tonight. And I'm not talking about that silly director's cut. We're talking the original, the WRITER's version. It's one of the most lyrical scripts ever written. If you don't believe me go there:
http://www.script-o-rama.com/oldindex.shtml
