The other day Maria and I had some cream puffs. They were pretty disgusting as you can see. But I wouldn't be honoring the Weisnewski family crest if I didn't eat it anyways. Shit was delicious.
Max helped me finish the last few bites. He's a good cat. He's in my lap purring right now. I'm pretty sure when I get up to leave I will be bleeding.
I almost gave up. Those things were awful. They tasted like snot cakes. But at the last minute Maria shouted words of bravery and encouragement and I rose to the task. I couldn't let her down and just leave the cream puffs to rot in the garbage. A hungry homeless person might get them.
That's right. Don't fuck with me. This could be you.
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Wow Jon. I really did think this moment was going to be kept private forever in our memory box, but okay. Whatever.
Stoked to see that you are blogging the tour. You've got a lot to live up to. You gonna take video too? I'm scheduled next saturday for the El Corazon show, but I'm trying to get it covered so I can party with the dudes!
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