Phone Mast Dave
Well, I thought I might as well try and get the fiikir / bloggue thing going down, and how better to go about doing something new than with the Phone Master himself. Those dreads, so long and pliable. Those balloons, so full of laughing gas. Those pupils, so dilated. Don't you just want to take him back to your house for Christmas so he can meet your family and murmur incoherently about politics?
posted by Rufus Moonshine at 5:22 AM
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