Landry, "I turn 32 in fucking Minneapolis. Think I'll get laid?"
Just don't lick a frozen pole...
Lounged on the sofa ALL DAY today hoping to kick this mess, but here it is half past five and the congestion is rolling in like a Candlestick fog. My throat from coughing and my ears from ringing hurt the way a whore hoarse on frozen poles might hurt. Snot and phlegm bug me still, and the type is fuzzy on the screen, so my eyes have conspired as well, but I had to finally get up and move around.
Have fun in the tundra, girl. I've heard second only to SF, Minneapolis is the the capital city among the pink and the proud. And happy birthday. Age is a good thing when youth gets lost in its own reflection...
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