Hey everyone, just wanted to say hi and hope y'all had a good day.
You too, OP
*takes cock out of mouth*
Back at ya,OP
Dudley Doo Right
Eat your wierdo, OP.
Fuck me, Daddy.
Now, uh-- Well, for openers, I don't know how to work this machine. I'm just astounded at this machine. This is the silliest way I've ever known of spending the nights alone, talking to yourself into an obvious Nazi machine. This is a red China, Manchurian candidate machine because I can't get anything on tape. And when I do record anything I automatically erase it. And I'm sitting in a room all by myself. Ho, ho! Boy!
And across the room on my library shelf are about 35 tapes of shows that I've done for CBS. Hmm. Mmm-hmm. Now in those boxes, hold the tapes, my life depends on those. And yet I don't know how to work, it's not my business. I was trying to be a singer. I don't know how to read notes, I can't read music. And I don't, I can't count too well. And I don't know how to work this machine. But, that's the story of my life. You go with it even if you don't know what's going on. Keep talking, singing, smiling and taping.