ain't it nice to not give a flying fuck about anybody, or anything (except a dog) for a few days? well done homeslice...enjoy.
Last summer, I took off from Philly to visit Cheezedawg down in Maryland, and even though it is only about two hours away, the change of scenery was a great relief; I can relate to that kind of peaceful feeling. Of course, about thirty minutes after I get there, Cheeze and our buddies from Sickppl drag me out to the Cactus Club, and we then engage in heavy drinking, knife wielding, and tit fondling, which can be just as enjoyable as a childhood sled ride...
