My friend took pictures of me with a stache today. I had one for about 8 hours. Here is one of the pics:
Not really, guys. But Flanders DOES care about you, and so do I, and so did my moustache. So anyway I got a migraine last night from these mariachi players and had to leave this dinner get-together super early. Today I broke the passenger side mirror on my new car, which just got rear-ended a few weeks ago. I've also been getting a little tongue-tied lately, and forgetting how to answer the phone and stuff.
It was a very surreal day. We watched Melinda and Melinda, burned a bunch of CD's from each other--I gave him this really RAWKING album named Sonic Youth's "Mr. Rawk-Bagawk." It has a song about all these fluffy chickens incinerating in heaven.
That's all for now!