Saturday, October 23, 2004
"But Loz..." You whine in that voice you normally reserve for when the wounds have stopped bleeding and you've already smeared youself with Chunky Monkey and are giving me a booty call, "I already have all the Franz Ferdinand remixes I could possibly need!"
"Wrong!" I snarl, reaching for the proffered wrist. "You need one more. Mmmmm, bananary..."
"Wrong!" I snarl, reaching for the proffered wrist. "You need one more. Mmmmm, bananary..."
