I wanna be with General She

Now, you can search for unobtainium ’til you’re blue in the face, but…. Hi, folks! It’s your ol’ fictitious pal Keddiz here to give you some grist for that mouth of yours we think of as a mill. Read on as I cram it in!

Tuesday was jam-packed with information from the newly-returned Ass of Bass. He told us all about Ishmael Chinstrap and his friendly cadre. They’re taking over the great upper south-east with no regard for anyone.

We also learned from the A of B all about who might be able to score a little blowcaine. (Eh? Eh? Wink wink! Let’s do it!) And just in general, it was brought to our attention that life on the road is better than you’d ever imagined! Picture it: Pizza rolls, girls, rage, injuries, use the bathroom in the club, and we forgot toothpaste. Who out there plays the glock? Email us before this weekend!

And Andy dropped the tomato on me.

Take care,

K