I'm out Bitches! Another Friday early escape soon to commence...

If you don't like Thin Lizzy... then Fuck you.

I think this should be a part of the Rock mix that accompanies SS's UNF the World LP that is going to drop at Mancation 2010.

Speaking of which we need to get in the lab and start layin' down some tracks. March will be here before we know it.

She's starting to crack...

Apparently, someone didn't realize who's security deposit they were trying to keep. I'm damn sure I called for about 16 hours straight one time. She's almost blocked every extension at my work, also the land line for the house I'm renting. If you guys could lend a hand and start blowing her up and leaving hilarious voicemails, that would be jackal as a motherfucker. 202.409.4372 is the number for Fani Cruz Portillo. Think of me as the Wicked Witch of the West and y'all as the Wingkey's, only you have cell phones instead of wings and your not monkeys. But the mindset, capture the Wingkey mindset. Shit is like cerebral gold. Oh yeah! The real point of my post and picture above. She finally answered the phone this morning. What follows is a loose synopsis of the conversation:

Fani-"Hello?"

BMR-"Fani, what's up? Can I come by and get my security deposit this weekend?"(as if she didn't just pick up my 892nd call in three weeks...)

Fani-"I'm not chossing to give it back, I don't want to do that."

BMR-"Fani Portillo Cruz, it's not a matter of want, it's the law. It was in the lease."

Fani-"Was it in the lease that you would be harassing me and calling me (audibly tearing up) and sending people to my house and...(indiscernable)

BMR-"All I'm asking is to get it back."

Fani-"I told you I was moving to another place."(full on crying) "I was going to return it after 30 days, but you..."

If you could, get real bombed this weekend and UNF this crook.