you got some ribises pieces on you

i'm toodlin' down mccadden in hollywood today in my borrowed '73 chevy pick-up. happy as a pig in shit. a car door opens from a street parked car, i swerve and make a conscience decision not to take out giovanni ribisi. not that i wish any physical ill-wills towards the 'actor', but i probably do. like Blynch said, 'it's like Grandma putting a plate of fresh baked cookies on the sill and telling you not to touch them.' for some reason, i didn't. it wouldn't have even been my fault. i had a license to kill a ribisi. Blynch and i are proud of me, however, i must now take full responsibility for the rest of his career. that is quite a heavy burden. next time you see his tard-actin' fool self, just say, 'dammit, ray'.