mister fart called me at 1 in the morning last night to tell me that he is in america and is the most popular person ever. he met kevin smith and jay and a whole bunch of other people and kissed a girl, too, i think. i had to ask him to slow down his fancy talk because i was asleep when he called and he sounded like a cracked out version of the crocodile hunter.
i think he was drunk on australian rum and hallucinating from lack of sleep.
he mentioned something about someone drugging his pizza.
he's an angel and i'm totally pissed that i don't get to meet him
