Yes, I'm supposed to be cleaning the house for the gd carpet cleaners. But instead I'm wasting time on MySpace and intermittently dancing around the living room as I listen to Social Distortion as the tunes dictate dancability. Some are just more danceable than others. I think I'm making up words here, but I'm a certified wordsmith so it's all good.
Do I have any broke friends in the St. Cloud area who need free food? I have a big box of canned & boxed shit like cream corn that I was going to donate to the food shelf. I have no idea how I ended up with so much Food Club Creamed Corn. I don't even eat that crap. In the process of clearing out crap in the house for the carpet munchers, as my long lost brother Mark calls them, I've come across a stockpile of food I must have been building for the apocalypse or nuclear holocaust or something. Well this shit has got to go, so let me know if you want in. Especially if you heart creamed corn.
Ugh, dude it's nearly 4pm. Must...get...motivated...
Warning: Mike Ness may cause weakness of the knees.
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Stay hot. Stay sugared. Stay cream-corned.
Save the creamed corn for the bake-off! Mix with splenda. Yummmmm.
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