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Hopefully I'm posting late enough that fuckin' Tophat is gone for his weekend by now so I can vent without hearing more of his fucking whining...but anybody who calls me an old goatfucker better watch out what the fuck they say about my romantic inclinations. I don't fuck just any old goat. I would also like to mention that even old goat tastes pretty good when marinated in an herbal yogurt dressing ...dress on a goat, now there's a fucking erotic concept.
On a fucking friendlier topic, I'll have to look up who the Phila Philharmonic's guitar player is...maybe worth my hearing. Anybody who can make music come out of a fucking hunk of wood with some fucking cat guts wrapped over it is fucking OK in my book.
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