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![]() 2002-07-16 4:18 p.m.
It was as if someone crawled into my brain and made the show I secretly wish I could have made...only better. It had everything—exploding babies, funk, beatings, explosions, religious jokes, and unlimited Chinese pussy. To be honest, they had me sold with the exploding baby, and the rest was icing on the unlimited Chinese pussy, so to speak.
Let me start with what you should NOT do: � Do NOT email me and ask for one. I will only mock you for not following directions. � Do NOT sign my guestbook and ask for one, it will only make me think that your Down Syndrome is flaring up again. In order to get one of these amazing videos, you need to do all of the following: 1) Make me a mix CD. [No, not a mix cassette tape. This is not 1983. This is 2002. I have no way to play a tape. Don't even ask if a mix tape is OK, because it is not.] 2) Send me a photo of yourself. Make it great, make it creative. Example: naked, doing something really funny, or both. Autograph it: "To Justin, my biggest fan". 3) Send these things to me in the old–fashioned MAIL: Justin Winokur, 554 Ellery Street, San Jose CA, USA 4) If you are fortunate enough to reside outside the USA you shall be punished. Shipping costs me a lot. Include $4 cash to help pay for postage to your far–off land. PREVIOUS ENTRY - NEXT ENTRY |