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.

go to iwantourskull.com,

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....