Hangin with Hum n Dance

Hum n Dance

When 50 was 200

  Last month I hung with the Willingdon crew, good times.  Hum Dinger is always happy-go-lucky and cheery, in spite of having a shitty rough run of luck lately.  Jet lag was still heavy in my head as I received a popehat and we made 50 change into 150, then into 450.  I used to love hanging out on the plateau, but now, not so much.  Damn hipsters.  Yeah, I'm about to rant about hipsters.  Tomorrow.  Maybe it's that I don't love hanging out anywhere.  Feeling hermetic, but she'll be roight mate, only start worrying when I begin hoarding thousands of cans of tuna and bottles of water.  2012!  2012!  Y2K!  That rust is starting to feel WD40.  Futtocks!