A place for weasels, waffles, pancakes, bunnies and monkeys, as well as the occasional engaging biped to verbally wander, ponder, work up a lather, blather, get in a dither and discover but then forget to write down the meaning of life on their way to have a smoke & make a joke.
Drama prone, poo-flinging primates need not apply. Hall passes & haul passes freely granted. Passes at girls with glasses highly encouraged. 'Verbal warnings' & corporate nonsense strictly verboten.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
File under: Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
Someone has decided to overlay a trance beat on the score of 'American Beauty'. It's beyond bad.
Is there some kind of race to prove just how shallow the gene pool has become?