Makin’ breakfast for Blasty
I was born the son of a poor black sharecropper……
I completely and totally forgot that it was Tuesday.
Also, nobody puts on a bra to make breakfast. As if.
haha nice….this video is almost more of a fuck you to mtv than bastards of the young…oh wait, hold my life..oh wait left of the dial…..
You know, I’ve been using my psychic abilities for hours to see if I could get someone to bring me some cookies and I’m sitting her cookieless.
Last night, I suddenly got the urge to drop off some cookies at your house for no apparent reason. I made the mistake of firing up the microwave, and it must have scrambled the psychic signal, because I woke up this morning on the kitchen floor in a pool of milk and chocolate chips on my breath.
I am not Paul Westerberg <3 Jodi Chromey.