Ah, Well You Say That... |
Notes from the desk inside the mind of David Jean-Pierre Chong III |
“It’s black tie… also a funeral.”
Things rolled: My Rs, her eyes.
“Don’t care. No thorax, no service.”
Sold soul to devil. Yours, sorry.
“Honey, I’m pregnant!” “So am I…”
“Hang on, that’s not the horizon…”
You’re nicer than your obituary suggested
Seems Godzilla just needed contact lenses
“Lard isn’t vegetarian? Shit! Fuck! Sorry!”
“…and that’s why you never age.”
