erilyn | DO NOT WANT GUITAR, SINGING NAO

Discovered that there was a Paul's Warehouse not too far from me, especially given I was going that way to my brother's place (bbq for my sister-in-law's birthday), so could not resist detouring to check out their two-for-one shoe sale. Left with two pairs of hightop chucks - green, and red plaid. Hurrah! (

sinden: I don't remember seeing anything particularly good in your size, because a) a lot of what they had there wasn't very interesting (so much beige-and-olive anarchy), and b) didn't seem to be a lot of 9s.

alasen: I don't know your size.)

Gacked from mcee: amazing video of Famous Last Words from the UK tour last year - for 3:45 onwards, when RAY THROWS HIS GUITAR DOWN AND SINGS HIS MOTHERFUCKING ASS OFF! I think I need a cigarette now.

First result when I plugged Pete into the random fact generator: A picture is worth a thousand words. A Pete is worth 1 billion words.

Also, one of the first when I tried Gabe: Once a cobra bit Gabe's leg. After five days of excruciating pain, the cobra died. [Gabe would be distraught!]