The End Of Words

Look. I know the hope of me ever writing anything substantive here is pretty fucking shred-sized as it is, but now that I have a new MacBook with built-in camera. It's just going to be, like cat pictures and shit from now on.



So forget about it. No. Seriously. Forget about it. Or I'll cut you.



Or my berserk mongoloid brother will.



Down, Duncan! Cookie. Good, Duncan.

Someone Call Justin Long

Do you think AppleCare covers it when you accidently toss your power cord into your PowerBook screen in a shitty motel in Florence, Orgeon?

Mix Master P