line two - Saturday May 20 2000    

Hey people! It's the year 2000. Nobody's straight if everybody's straight and all the girls are really 40 year old men! How can white girls be fucking black boys if the white girls aren't really white and the black boys aren't really black? The color of flesh used to be relative to a Crayola crayon but now it depends on your monitor setting! Don't like the color of your bastard grandchild? No problem, just fire up Photoshop. Clone some background over that sixth finger and nobody will know you were snorting airplane glue all through the pregnancy! Live a little! Eventually no mess will be so bad that an Intel processor can't fix it in real time.

The telephone rings and it's line number two. That reminds me, I have to take a shit.