ok first: this ain't no picnic i know some of you are going, and perhaps you might want to say who you are, because perhaps i might say hi... if i'm not busy teasing my hair or talking to the quarterback.. perhaps, yes, no, go fuck yerself? so maybe speak up now... i don't know... what could i know, i have pseudo-boobs. ok second: laugh at me because i don't know how to operate a tape recorder i've sent out copies of the fucked piece i recorded at the sd and la mouse shows... so if you are mister douglas, mister dinkins (sp?) or mister ruxxpin, you should be getting that shit soon... fix it whenever you feel like. kisses above the belt to you for helping me out. and once they're fixed, anyone who wants a tape of that shit can let me know, we'll work something out so that one and all can jerk off along with issac screaming "docter brockter" love and ghetto houses 2000 style, leigh
