The My Friend Diploma

About two years ago I had a friend who was part of a very, very small movement in the upper Ohio music scene. One of the sweetest girls I've met in my life.

She was passionate about music and about taking care of the people she cared about.


But she died. Her vagina shot fluid fucking everywhere. I was fine with it until I looked at the clock and couldn't read shit from the menstruation that bleed out of the more important notes.


Matching up the sprayed fluids and past known ciphers it was possible to solve the message.

And it meant nothing. It was the ravings of a woman in dehydration, that is all.

Why I Might Start Drinking More

I like bluegrass music. But I hate the bluegrass state. And I hate the state of popular music today.

Clearance

I have a confession to make, my left nipple has an awkward resemblance to an ovoid alien creature. Just more humanoid in nature. So to steal a name of a band "* ******* ******".

Dave Chappelle? Yep, six degrees perhaps

The last two thirds of "Why (What's going on?)" might be the closest thing I have to punching Gengis Khan in the right temple.

It can only be for one night
Nipple nipple hazzah temple right

Close Ass Door

Dude, man, the iTunes visualizer knows what it is doing. Mustache On or Off is by no means a pro drug site, but Mustache On or Off has done a few illegal drugs. My cousin was supposed to come here and bring me a cigarette.