I am all alone in my pad, man, my piled-up-to-the-ceiling-with-junk pad. Piled with sheet music, with piles of garbage bags bursting with rubbish and encrusted frying pans piled on the floor, embedded with innameable flecks of putrified wretchedness in grease. My pad, man, my own little Lower East Side Horse Badorties pad. I just woke up, man. Horse Bardoties just woke up and is crawling around....
Thank you, man. Horse Badorties nearly burned himself. Left curling iron on all day, man. I was using it on the dog, man. Where is that bubbly creature, man? Got to go find my dog, man. Thanks for the heads up.
Curls on gurls, man. Is there anything more delicious than those rolling curls, man? Horse Badorties would like to go surfing through her hair.
Welcome to the forums...now get up off the floor,get dressed...and don't forget the extension cord belt that holds up your pants,man.