by Russell Streur
Drumbeats: Rock.
Cacophony: Paper.
Drumbeats: Scissors.
Cacophony: Two out of three.
Drumbeats: Rock.
Cacophony: Paper.
Drumbeats: Scissors.
Cacophony: Improvised explosive device.
Drumbeats: You catch on quick.
Cacophony: American Idol.
Drumbeats: Whitney on cocaine again,
Cacophony: Oprah fucking Diane Sawyer.
Drumbeats: Sa ndra Bullock fucking Tiger Woods.
Cacophony: Barnyard chicks sucking horses dicks.
Drumbeats: You win. Let’s play war.
Russell Streur was hit on the head by an insistent muse from Crete in 2004 and hasn't been right since. He is proudest this week of getting through it without a cigarette, but he is tempted for sure right now. Luckily, there's vodka in the freezer.
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