Played a gig with my bro and my bros at the Foundation Room @ House of Blues in Hollywood. We were backing up my good homie London Shover (check him out @ www.LondonShover.com). Gig went pretty good. Although the girl that went up and sang before us was terrible. It was very awkward because she clearly thought she could sing. She WAS very LOUD, but she most definitely could not sing. AND also she was very very LOUD. I was sitting in front of her when she started, and after the first verse of her song I had to pretend I saw someone i knew at the other end of the room, just so I could get away from her. I didn't want her to see how much I was not enjoying her music. ... ...But maybe I was wrong. Maybe she needed to see.
I got the meat out, Honey Beef-Beandip. I can hear now. It felt awesome, I went to the doc and they used a waterpic on my ears. Mmmmmm. I will always be obese in spirit. Outwardly I am just a normal girl-boy, but inside I have the soul of a morbidly obese Italian man.
I have tons of boyish qualities... it is what makes me a meat-burrit. I can't wait to learn how to pray in a tiny dark room with you. I hope you don't bury me outside when you're done though. I'd much rather just be turned into some twisted serial killer. Oh yeah! Dicks!
