I’m not a fan of eggs. I find them most bearable drenched in hollandaise sauce or ketchup. yes….ketchup. This morning, I made what is pretty much the more dignified version eggs with ketchup.
Ah, Super Bowl. The best excuse to drink booze, eat meat, and scream spontaneously for several hours on a Sunday night. I spent my night “tweeting” about my night.
The other day Gala and I grabbed some coffee and strolled around the village. I got some good life advice and she got mistaken for Lady Gaga. I got to use my borrowed 50mm lens in overcast, my favorite lighting weather. It was a pretty pleasing way to start out my day.
What my friend learned while making us coffee this morning: filling a french press with 50% light coffee grounds and 50% water does not make it taste like a darker roast. It just taste like old man vomit.
I’ve already had way too much coffee, and eaten all the chocolate out of some vegan cookie. I’ve been listening to Charles Bronson in my highly caffeinated state and now Im pretty sure I could sprint from Massachusetts back to New York, before dark.
Heres some genius Charles Bronson song titles:
What The Fuck Are You Going to Do When It’s Cool to Be Yourself?
Phil Anselmo’s Pain Burns In The Heart of My Little Brother
Drunk Punks Is Hippies
Let’s Start A Revolution So I Can Break Some Shit
The Great Pet Rock Comeback
Better Never Than Late
Marriage Can Suck It
The Painful, Yet Unavoidable, Deathstar Comparison
The Only Time I Think About Romance Is When I Wonder Why I Don’t Think About It
Fuck Technology, I’ll Keep My Pocket Change
Let’s Start Another War So I Sing About Stopping It
I Just Can’t Avoid The Void In “Avoid”
So What If I Puked Up McDonald’s?
Ralph On Ralph
Cous Cous On The Loose Loose
I Can’t Be Friends With You Because You Like Epitaph
They Should Legalize Drugs So You Can Hurry Up And Fucking Die
SPEAKINGOFCOFFEE!!!!!
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