Yep, that’s exactly how many fucks I give about airlift today. Every C-5 I’m supposed to be controlling is broke somewhere in the world. Speaking of the C-5 (also known as the Aluminum Overcast), here’s a picture of A BOAT ON MY MOTHERFUCKIN’ PLANE.
Going to be a long shift. May have to self-medicate before lunch. If the quality and coherence of my posts start to improve around noon you will know that I am into the rum.
I may have mentioned that my arsenal of cool stuff has improved dramatically over the last few months. That reminded me to post a pic so you can revel in my awesome. Read More…
I wrote this song with Lindsey Buckingham way back in 1975. You see, he was having problems with Stevie Nicks at the time and was going on and on about it one night after a huge bender. After four hours of listening to this tripe, I put down the rotary phone and hopped on the next Pan Am flight to NYC. When I opened the door to the studio I said, “wait a minute, you’re a guy, and Stevie Nicks is a chick? Wild, man. Just wild.” Then I wrote the song and told the rest of the band to dress like they just came from a Renaissance fair. I was kidding, but perhaps they didn’t get it. True story.
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Today’s model should make up for all of the shit I’ve pulled over the past year or so. I don’t think she’s been featured in our weekly mammary fest, but I’m too lazy to check, so pretend she’s new even if she isn’t, mkay? Our model is hotter than Dave’s chili, stacked higher than xbrad’s adult dvd collection, and cuter than the H2 girls surrounded by kittens. Please welcome the British Bombshell….Danielle Sharp!!!!!!!!!