Julian Assange waits patiently for me, but why isn't he nekkid?
Just a late note, in case the Post Office is still delivering. I posted it on Gawker days ago, but I don’t think he reads that rag.
Is it TOO MUCH TO ASK, Universe, to wake up on Christmas morning to find Julian Assange and Laird Hamilton under the tree, naked, tied together with leather straps, and very happy to see me?
I mean, fuck. Is it TOO MUCH TO ASK?
: You’re telling me. I have two, actually: blond hunks and arrogant geniuses. Steve Jobs is in the latter category.
: Have you ever seen this episode ofIconoclasts?
It’s my favorite (Eddie Vedder & Laird Hamilton).
: Oh, sigh. Christmas has come early!
He’s so much like a blond Henry Rollins, only without the aggro and about 30IQ points. Sigh.