Tuesday, June 16

tuesday.


sandwiches!!!!
the breakfast of champions!
and believe it, b!tchbags,
we are the champions.
just like freddie mercury said;
NO time for losers......
that's a fake sausage, hashbrown,
and paper-thin slice of tomato treat on a kaiser roll, mutha-F*s.
delicioso like a mofo.
who wins?
our bellyholes.
in fact,
i even may scoople up some leftovers for a quick victory lap....
as of right now,
i'm lettin' you hungry hungry hippos know:
sandwich week flippin' rules!
you've been informed,
now make the most of that information.
in other news,
with large thanks to the artworld machinations
of shawn hebrank (.com),
and a healthy-sized hunk of arthur-making hottness,
my lovely and talented ladyfriend, ms. jess guercia,
has some mortality-based cranial artwork appearing in
I WANT YOUR SKULL, issue #7.
you know you want to buy one.
and make it happen, sucka.
hell, buy a couple,
but be sure to buy 'em all quick-like,
because there's only 250 of 'em....
limited editions an' that, ninjas.
you gotta doo-doo that sh!t.
the sun is peeking out.
the sky is kinda bluish, even.
that means heavy doses of road work and biker b!tchsap d-baggery.
but i can't even pretend that any of that crap could possibly bring me down.
why, you might ask?
two words:
sandwiches.
vacation.
not good enough?
ok,
how about four more:
never quiet, never soft....

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