this is for a friend that may or may not read this:

It is a shame you have to be so needy, I understand that you have no real talent, except for to suck everyone's dicks until you get a free outfit. Hopefully, you'll knock up that trashy girl (who, by the way, really should consider wearing longer shirts) and smoke enough crack to...oh, that's too mean...

I let my dog shit all over your "drag music", not like your career was ever set in gold, although I suppose that's self explainatory after that Marcella's gig a couple of years ago when everyone was laughing at you. I know the stage lights can block all of that, luckily for you, unfortunately for the rest of us, standing there with our mouths agape at your dick that wasn't tucked in properly.

and don't worry about the playstation, and I'll just buy another one for 15 bucks, it isn't as hard to make the money back, as it is for you...

I RAPED TIGGER LAST NIGHT

So, now that that problem has finally found a new tree to bark up, we can concentrate on what's really important. I will have a lot of time to work on getting my shit together, I haven't smoked in about a week, and I think i might wait another because I have a review coming up at work that will hopefully give me a pay raise.

As you can see, i'm very very very slowly regaining my vocabulary, a couple more weeks and I should be ready to go...

wish me luck...

"i'm never talking to ryoncae again, unless I have to take him to court"-Baby Bison
"you have to put that on the blog"-flippin wench

DJ Delcamp loves to party!

this new blogger system is prett-tay darn fancy...

I haven't had a lot of time for the internet, between writing the movie and getting laid, but I can catch you up on a bit of what's going on in my life.

Birdman and I have been going out for a little over a month now, and I think I might be the happiest I've been in a very long time. I returned home from the comedy camp with 3/4 of a movie that has been going along, to tell you the truth, rather swimmingly. All of the stoners have realized that it is now time to stop researching the stoner culture, and start writing about it. If anyone is interested in buying us a nice movie quality digital camera, a new computer with nice digital camera software and a tour bus, please let us know.

"i'm a party animal, a real conversationalist, you know?"-baby bison, drunk in Toronto last night at the Bishop and the Belcher

Angelator made her stand up debut at Yuk Yuk's amateur night last night in Toronto, and she was absolutely fantastic. I could say everyone was laughing but I honestly don't know, because I was laughing too hard myself to pay attention to anyone else, which really says more about her talent than any amateur stand up night audience could.

I don't know if I want to lose weight, this is an eternal struggle for me, you know, the beauty myth and the body image and all that, I just really want to fit into my boob dress again, and that's really what being a feminist is all about, in the end.

We celebrated Angelator's b-day bash at the Hyatt on Monday Night, and then Ryonce invited one of his "brother's", and because he was not invited, I asked him to leave, and apparently I am a racist because of it.

Just in case anyone hears about the situation from a tainted direction, for the record, I am not a racist, I just have a really bad stomach.

I had a few whiskey sours after the show yesterday, and I contemplated alcoholism for a while before deciding it just isn't for me. I've always thought drunk people were more corny than funny, and by gosh i'm going to stick to my guns on this one.

Birdman doesn't want to go have sex on the beach...

this is the extent of my troubles, at the very moment

goodbye for now