When Tenacious D's album first came out Zack
called me over to his apartment in Madison and
sat me down and handed me a joint and we
played the album straight through twice in a row.
Zack is Tenacious. And I miss him. I actually
meant to write this to him but I said to myself,
"hey! why not write a freagin' testimonial!" Shit,
the counter below just stopped at 666 after I
typed that. But wait, Tenacious D, Satan, Zack.
Full frickin' circle! Shit yes! 524 characters
remaining, 497654321 oh man I could keep on
going457654321
I don't know. Zack is one of those "column"
people I have met in my life. To explain, the
column people form the support beams for a
higher level of understanding of humanity,
where one can go stand above a huge sea of
bull shit and breath fresh thoughts and see
new things. I have often hung out with zack
on this plane, without people like him I would
be lost in the sea of bullshit. Maybe I'm full of
shit, but is sounds good, doesn't it? Zack's
more human than you and suffers for it, so
respect his ass. bitch. There, that was a
cooler way to put it. Zack, I promise I didn't
turn as gay as I sounded just there, but I love
you.
Zack is very distracting. I put up with
a bunch of smelly, stinky, dirty,
pre-historic skateboarding guys for
over a year back in college, just so I
could hang with Zack. It was well
worth it and I would do it again.
Dude Machine indeed. There was a
time when the sight of Zack kissing a
girl turned his (male) friend
temporarily gay. Truth. I probably
would have been found dead in
James Madison Park dressed as
Monica Seles, had it not been for
Zack and a strange dog with a
flashing collar.
My buddy zack. Or as we all call him;
Sack. As in scrotum. Scrotal sack.
With scraggly hairs and big blue
veins. And a bloody chancre or two.
Yup. Sack.
called me over to his apartment in Madison and
sat me down and handed me a joint and we
played the album straight through twice in a row.
Zack is Tenacious. And I miss him. I actually
meant to write this to him but I said to myself,
"hey! why not write a freagin' testimonial!" Shit,
the counter below just stopped at 666 after I
typed that. But wait, Tenacious D, Satan, Zack.
Full frickin' circle! Shit yes! 524 characters
remaining, 497654321 oh man I could keep on
going457654321
people I have met in my life. To explain, the
column people form the support beams for a
higher level of understanding of humanity,
where one can go stand above a huge sea of
bull shit and breath fresh thoughts and see
new things. I have often hung out with zack
on this plane, without people like him I would
be lost in the sea of bullshit. Maybe I'm full of
shit, but is sounds good, doesn't it? Zack's
more human than you and suffers for it, so
respect his ass. bitch. There, that was a
cooler way to put it. Zack, I promise I didn't
turn as gay as I sounded just there, but I love
you.
a bunch of smelly, stinky, dirty,
pre-historic skateboarding guys for
over a year back in college, just so I
could hang with Zack. It was well
worth it and I would do it again.
time when the sight of Zack kissing a
girl turned his (male) friend
temporarily gay. Truth. I probably
would have been found dead in
James Madison Park dressed as
Monica Seles, had it not been for
Zack and a strange dog with a
flashing collar.
Sack. As in scrotum. Scrotal sack.
With scraggly hairs and big blue
veins. And a bloody chancre or two.
Yup. Sack.