things work out in the end. unless they don't.

short post today, leefers.
not tragically short, though.

last night mushmouth and my new pal matt went to the paradise lounge in boston to see a show.


were there.
fun was had. i danced. i layed down to rest. the boucers asked me not to lay down to rest. we hated the masspike. we thought of band names. matt said funny things.


anyway, bitches, i don't have much to say, but i do enjoy a good roll in the hay every once and awhile.

also, PABST TALL BOYS are awesome.

all i do is talk.

reggaetone aint dead, motherfuckers.
-Jizzy T

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