it's me, biscuithead.

let me explain.

see, i was sitting at megan's desk this afternoon, eating my cheeseburger and eating my french fries, and my coworker eric says "scott, i never noticed before, but you have the same biscuithead profile that i do from the back."

what the hell is a biscuithead?! i don't think that i feel comfortalbe with this.

love,

scott.

ps - send a scottcard!! your mom will love them, i promise. (more cards soon, i promise. scanning is such a tedious process!)

pps - nothing gets me more excited than a big cob of corn. (lustful enough, liza?)