Trapped in Al Gore's Closet

ayy, motherfucker, circles make you dizzzzy.

bon jovi has a blog?


so what are you doing? why are you reading this? do you have cookies? do you like juice? i love juice very much...very much...juice.

october 2007, ghostpizza blog shit. ghostpizza internet bullshit. fun shit that falls from the sky or that explodes from the dirt. we can all make fun in shiny shoes...and we can all kill fun with matches. whatever you like to do for fun.

and now, a short story about a dog named "DOG"...

Dear Dog,

You make me so sad today. I come to your house, to feed and bathe you for the first week of fall. But you are not home. Where oh where have you gone Dog? Are you at the hardware store picking up brass numbers for your dog house? Or are you on a blind date sneeking into a meat market on the east side?

Please Dog, tell me why you treat me ill. I want to make you the happiest dog in all of the earth.


-Mathis



Dear Mathis,

Get a fucking life! You need to shave, get off the crack and stop fucking with Ghostpizza. Fuck off!!


-Dog


Dear Dog & Mathis,

What the fuck is going on?? Mathis, Dog is a dog and can't read! Dog, what the fuck, you can't read or write!! You guys are crazy! Wait, why am i writing to Dog??


-Doug


Dear Reader of this blog,

Why are you reading this?


-ghostpizza