Mellow Yellow

Rob and I are stoned in Amsterdam after a day of van Gogh, bicycles, and beer - les woots! Le woots!

Rob tells me I must ask, what if Lady had a website called www.forlady.com? Slovakia would owe her a great debt in terms of public hygiene. (I just had to retype last word like fifteen times before I got it right... Rob is laughing over my shoulder 'cuz I'm a little fucked up... but not bad.)

We miss Lady McPants and she reports indirectly that she misses us, too. She ought to get herself some paprika peanuts and a chocolate croissant and an Eastern bloc train and she'll be aiight.

(Rob wants to add lots of things that make no sense... like www.wootwoot.com... and it's here that I sign my ass off... and he's had almost a whole j to himself... need I say more? Sticky shit.)

Love all you guys...seriously.

No, seriously - I love you.