today started as any other: fifteen minutes on the crapper, a quick shower, a slice of toast and a glass of orangensaft for breakfast. on my way to work i had an incling the day would soon turn strange, for staring at me through my cars rearview mirror was not my aging hairy 40-year-old face, but the face of the supple choir boy i once was. i pulled over, decided not to go to work and tried to think of ways to spend the day, now that i had my boyish good looks back (the lack of hair on my nadsack, and the lack of wisdom teeth were minor problems).
So, i spent the day mooching around uptown, trying to pull teenagers (it wouldn’t be illegal would it?) of course this failed, even though experience has shown me all the things ‘women’ want to hear you say. so i ended up returning home (having checked and found that my wife would be out). Porn, that’s how i spent the day, toilet paper and porn, oh to be a teenager, without all the teen-anger.
now i’m tired, and this EP has helped me stay connected with reality.
sadly the hair on my chest has reappeared and the locks on my head have vanished, i keep it long but only at the back, the pony tail making up for the lack of pride on my crown.
listen to this music my thirteen year-old-self enjoyed it.

MIIIIIIIINGUS!

Dnt know what thut mingus thang means, but that other post be way to long. alsos the musics here be not so great. culdnt even get one off to it yal