tonight i braved the grocery store at 11:40. oh i'll just wear my
uggs and performance fleece-
it's 11:40 on a Saturday night and I won't know anybody at maceys...
i nearly escaped,
but as i checked out a nice masculine voice called my name-
i turned around and found parker mangum, affectionately referred to as
oh hey parker mangum.
hey god you looked good half-naked in this month's square magazine.
i told him that too!
i'm banking on the fact that neither god nor anyone who knows god
nor anyone who knows god's long-term gf is reading this.
my fan base is maxed out at 4 right now so i think i'm safe-
but just in case god gets his hands on this...
MI DISPIACE DIO MA NON POSSO CONTROLLARMI! COLPA MIA, OK?
(yeah god speaks italiano)