...would do but he just ended up doing the usual....locking himself in a fit of incessant wheezing. I decided to rent a horse for the week.
James called. I didn't answer. Too high on horse gas.
Success!!!! Finally woke up in the right house. For the last six weeks I've woken up in a number of places, none of which I know. Last week it was Fat Steve's. I like staying with Steve, but none of his chairs have any legs and the shaved horse lounge is to much to bare. He invited me to look at his webcam of a child locked in a spasm, but I declined on personal pyscho-sexual reasons.
Spent the night re-creating the 1976 San Fransisco earthquake from a Jewish perspective.