so i was thinking today that if Lenod Nemoy had a baby with a blue whale , could the baby still fit through the beamer upperer or wopuld he be forever stuck on the bottom of the ship living his life as a barnicle on a big barnicle carrier.
A mystery taht ahs been plauging me for many years.
I think it would be cool, to write a screenplay about a average joe six pack guy also named avergae joe sixpack to have a higly sophisticated and intellectual dog and they save the world from a band of megelomaniacs while discussing philosophy and bubbly wine.
It would be called "Dags and Dogs" possabilly a musical
heres a quote from it " sir stagcliff (dog): so joe, i was just relapsing over what you said yeasterday, what was it you said something along the lines off " you know black is only black if its got a chain around the neck saying nigger please" I thought about this for sometime and the it came to me WHOOPTiCAHN IN THE FACE" Oh no the soviet comunauts are out to get me"
and then hey steve comes in, "hey steve"

Huh, Huh huh huh
this isn't gonna be one of em things where its like recounting my life through the ages so when your 78 and
you pee in all different directions you can look back and take pleasure in that you were once young.
Its going to be stuff im thinking about at the time cold, hard and with the texture of a ... efoliation nation.
So when you come to here for support and your all " oh dorathy, my boyfreind whips me at home becuse he
sais i need vitamin w to live" im gonna be all " i dont care" "stop acting like some kind of goth chick"
"you trying to embarass me".
This wasn't my idea to start this so it'll probably end up like callums.
(thats right im bagging your flygirl)
so tune in next week
or next nex...us