the end

i’m moving in with art goff and though i’m sure that’ll provide some great fodder for the blog, it’d also be kind of creepy and annoying. or rather, more creepy and more annoying than it already is.

for kicks, though, i think it was on his ninth birthday that art goff’s dog ate his guinea pig, brown butt, just before all his friends arrived for the party.

April 9, 2009. Uncategorized.