Tuesday, April 3, 2007
HOLY FRICKIN' CRAP AWARD OF THE YEAR...
Human Zombie, Keith Richards has got to be the sickest dude in the world. He loves his daddy about as much as he does his cocaine too:
"The strangest thing I've tried to snort? My father. I snorted my father,"
HOLY CRAP! and then:
"He was cremated and I couldn't resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow. My dad wouldn't have cared,"
DOUBLE CRAP! and then:
"... It went down pretty well, and I'm still alive."
I could go on, but really... would it serve a purpose? We already know that sanity waved bye bye to old Keith decades ago.