no, no, no, no, no, NO!
do not send me viruses disquised as mp3 downloads.
no matter how apropos the lyrics might be.
it only disrupts the space/time continuum
and prevents me from using my google sub-router to redirect thousands of hits to antonio's site.
and we wouldn't want him to be without his hits, party people.
that would be like stacey without his stash
or me without my mask
(we're not the same person, btw. we merely surf the same busted brain wave)
fuckit sterling's yelling at me to get off
p.s. i didn't mean it like that
p.p.s. although her horny dyke ass prolly did