I’ll have to write more about the Rob Crow show when I get up tomorrow (today; this was taken at 1 or 2 a.m.). I’m way too drunk right now. I’m so drunk I wrote all kinds of shit on myself while waiting for the bartender to ring me up. What did I write? Your guess is as good as mine. Lots of stars, though — a sign I’m in good spirits.
It looks like you tried to write “Khaf Lamed Tzade” (Kh L Tz) in Hebrew. Is Rob Crowe Jewish? If he is, then you might have been channeling him.
Or maybe you tried to write “20 90 300” in Hebrew. Which, if this is the case, might be GOD trying to tell you some lucky lotto numbers.
Or maybe I’m an ass and my Hebrew stinks to high heaven, and I’m going to go to bed and spoon my cat.
Haha, I totally read that last sentence using “bed” as a verb, and it was weird.
I’m still not sure what some of those markings were, but I did kinda feel like I was channeling something, now that you mention it.
Heh! Weird for you, ecstasy for me!
Ew. That’s just wrong. Let’s agree on no beastiality jokes.
Ew.
Eeek! Agreed!!! :)