Stalker Chanting

I ran into the lovely Ms. Stalker Chanting in Walgreens yesterday and she told me that she'd been through Morgan Freeman's garbage recently. It was full of empty Hostess cupcake packages and chicken bones. After conferring with Psychic X , I've come to the conclusion that chicken fat and beef tallow must feed the "good acting" gene.

I also wanted to share my excitement about the soon to be released Harry Potter and the Crotch Lit on Fire. I'm more excited then Dumbledore at a warlock convention. What is it about the promise of magical (yet deadly) British shenanigans and fey wizard costumery that I find so appealing? Oh...wait. That's pretty obvious.

love and beef,

bruce.