this isn't even ironic yet

...and so Danza is in a dumpster somewhere close to the highway, my shift starts in six hours, and this beast begins with me in the top floor (which was pretty hot two months ago, but now brings a whole new variety of liabilities) sitting behind a just-scraping-by laptop surrounded by books that I would've already read in better days.

We didn't start a blog for people who need something to read but for folks who need someone to read it to. It all came because Biebers started talking and we all realized at once that it was his time to be unleashed on the planet. Kubrick was obviously the tech, and Chaucer kept the whole thing tied to the ground. Hunter was just asleep or skyping or something. Once B&D took off for the garbage it all came together.

I don't have much to say for this thing and I'm no good for jokes but this is a song you need to hear.