"Hey, I'm just making conversation, ya jerk."
(in other news, last night I continued my campaign to test my own digestive system to it's absolute limits. they had an appetizer called Rattlesnake Bites, which were roasted hot jalapenos stupped with shrimp then wrapped in bacon, served with a tabasco sour cream dippin' sauce. Yum.
Today they opened a Planet Wings around the corner. Me and pips dutifully indulged. Twas good, specially the honey mustard and jerk flavor. The only flaw in the place is they don't serve beer. Wings cry out for beer.)
I just popped my Faces box set on. Makes me want to get loaded and ravage some groupies. It's also proof that before he became a bad joke Rod Stewart (yes, Rod The Mod) was once cooler than shit and punker than fuck.