Stathakula

Hey kids, whats crappenin?

Hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving/November, no matter how cold or not cold enough it is wherever you are.

I’m watching that episode of South Park where Randy’s got alcoholism right now and looking at my neighbors creepy nutzo Christmas lights right now, worked delivering pizzas earlier today (that’s right, I got a job!!). Let’s see, what else? Thinking about grabbin some beer, I like beer, it tastes good. Maybe gonna watch that movie Secretary later. Yep, all in all quiet night at home.

So what’s going on with Tiger Woods, meh? Seems like a sticky situation.

I hate James Cameron and always will. He shoulda been shot right after Terminator 2 came out, he hasn’t really been of any use to human life since then. We could have him shot now, I suppose. Yes, good, good.

You know when the muppets do that thing where they start shaking and throw their arms in one direction or another and just kinda scoot-scurry-skedaddle awazy of to the side while going like ahahahahahahahaha or something like that, all crazy shaking arms and making noises and ragdoll lookin? I love that shit.

In more exciting and breathtaking news, got a Stathakula show this Thursday at Cafe Prytania, you bastards should come on down for some rocking and rollicking covers and originals and what not, gonna be playing late and loud and crazy and have a tall cold drink with all you fuckers so come on down.

Also, the Blue Party and Big Rock Candy Mountain are playing a house party at my house this Saturday, there’s gonna be beer and music and beerpong and liquor and dancing and probably some other special party favors so get yer lazy asses out fer that too, its gonna be off the fucking chaaaaaaaain.

You know, I could really do with one of those intense motherfucker massages where they beat and push and prod your body with blindingly hot rocks for an hour or two or something like that right now. That would be tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. I’m gonna go off in pursuit of that, I’ll be back with you bastards fairly soon for some kind of incoherent babble about something trivial and bizarre and/or infuriating.

Stathakula Out,

Stathakula