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Oh, sorry for being such an inept partner-in-crimmeny, BiP. I comedically swallowed every last pill I was carrying when I saw Haus on the way, and now I’m not even sure I can pronounce oogly-boogly. My tongue’s gone all chubby and paranoid and lifeless. Like, er...yadda yadda yadda, I don’t need to be making that joke.
Suede, dude, you should work in a quiet, groovy, dark bar. Mix cocktails and do your art and chew the fat with your customers. Who’ll all love you to bits.
God, I love the World Service. By the way. |
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