Word ta ma hommies in da back ra

Wickie wickie Wack

WaCkioLLAH on yo' mofo-rella rantin' arse

Wots da giz on ya gee-funked niz-ness?

Last nizzle the confirmation came through that i was in fact able to leave the secured premises of the mecca mecca for the good part of the evening, being the MOST FREAKIN' COLDESTEST part of the ni'ght - pronounced Ni - G - HET yo.

Mecca Mecca authorities contacted me at 7:45pm confirming that my parole officer Little Muffin would be escorting me (hehehe escort) to the Evelyn to see "Transparanoia......" ah - ha! rad sticks with those crabstix?

Ye know it was really Something For Kate though.....and you'd only know that if you were as cool as me, and your not because I am the coolest person in the world, according to Oxford Dictionary anyhoo.......so go suck a fart.

So anyway I was once again freakin' blow away by the amazingly beautiful Paul Demp's & Co.

Was freakin' farken amazing.

I freakin' farken loved it.

Anyhoo....I wanted to bring all readers up to speed with a certain situation which was unfolding a little while back, which SEEMED to be forgotten about, however it was not...NO NO......not forgotten, just put aside temporarily in the forefront of my mind, and of reality, and of space......and of time....to sit and stew a little longer.

So it could mature, refine, redefine even......now where was i?

ah yes! info mercials.....no no....hmmmmmm.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhh jackie..........the RETURN of the lesbian alien lover.........stay tuned people......freakin' stayed tuned freakin' ehy.