You know what really grinds my gears? This Lindsay Lohan. Lindsay Lohan
with all those little outfits, jumping around there on stage,
half-naked with your little outfits. Ya know? You're a...You're out
there jumping around and I'm just sitting here with my beer. So, what
am I supposed to do? What you want? You know, are we gonna go out? Is
that what you're trying to - why why are you leaping around there,
throwing those things all up in my, over there in my face? What do you
want, Lindsay? Tell me what you want? Well, I'll tell you what you
want, you want nothing. You want nothing. All right? Because we all
know that no woman anywhere wants to have sex with anyone, and to
titillate us with any thoughts otherwise is - is just bogus.
JANUARY 25TH, 2006
I suddenly feel so dirty... Happy 12 months, Happy 52.177457 weeks, Happy 365.242199 days,
Happy 8765.81277 hours, Happy 525948.766 minutes, Happy 31556926 seconds, Happy 3.1556926
x 1010
milliseconds, whatever you want to
call it, Happy Anniversary, dearest Anna.
¶ David
