This Post Don't Need No Fucken' Title
Here is a picture of Grandpa Snortzle...

who has a white fleur-de-lis on his head which reminds me of France and this stupid bitch model...

who broke my super expensive video camera when I was in Paris on tour with my friend Adrian Young ...

who is in a band with this girl...

and is also in a band with Quinn Luke a.k.a. Bing Ji Ling...

and those two fuckers (Adrian and Quinn) are both in the same band because of yours truly of whom Rohini snapped this picture...

of which I hurredly photoshoppedthefuckoutof to make me look less fat and more handsome much as I did with this photo snapped by one of my best friends in the world -- Duane Call, which brings us full circle back to Grandpa Snortzle who is relaxing on my lap.

And now for the point:
You will be able to catch half of the above fuckers this friday night as Bing Ji Ling and the gang kill people with Ice Cream and boobs at The Independent in SF.
That's all for now.
Don't get caught incriminating an innocent and lovely random young Parisian model because you didn't take any pictures of the actual stupid bitch model who broke your expensive video camera, but what the fuck -- all fucking models are the same anyway right?
Your This-Leads-To-That-Something-Or-Other,
merkley???



