I wasgoing to write something useful but then that champgane lunch happened. I don't turn down Dom Peringmon because I never know if it will be the last time I try it. The Devil laughs and says it doesn't have to be, that if I want it every day I just have to saythe word.
The word?
The word is DANCE PARTY.
RIGHT NOW.
YOU SHOULD SEE PJ.
Blurred Lines is on and that metal God, that traitor to his beloved genre just can't sit still.
I am going to be so hungover late.r
Whatevr! bye
