today the mammal had the reporter come over to see 'the pit'...we spent most of the afternoon cleaning, and mammal was in rare form...he was riffing off anything he found in the apartment...he found a generic box of robitussin called 'tussin'..."[church of al] check this out, yo man i was tussin that bitch all night!"...he was blasting 'brown sugar' which made him think of the band he was in during his late grade school years..."man those fuckers kicked me out for their old singer, i will never forgive them for that"...after i mentioned how long ago this particular incident took place he withdrew a little..."well i might be able to forgive [p. guth] because he probably thought it was best for the music"...he found an old shirt with vladimir putin on it and put it on for the photo shoot...in fact all day our mammal was finding things that had been lost amidst his mess...

when the reporter finally came over mammal immediately took her to the fridge where he had strategically placed all the good form letters he received...he went through them one by one describing in detail why he received them...he even proudly showed her the letter from the company that is threatening to sue him...and of course he mentioned that he had just dropped eight-hundred dollars on that villa in turks and caicos exclaiming, "i am a very nice drunk and i care about a.i.d.s. in africa"...the reporter did not even know where turks and caicos was...the mammal was happy to enlighten her...mammal offered her a drink, either a martini or water, which he had already run by me earlier..."man [church of al] i think it is great that the only two beverages i can offer her are water or a martini"...i did not ask him why...the conversation was quiet and nothing that i could hear stood out...i assume it went well and mammal was his usual affable self...finally at six-thirty he rushed her out the door, because it was friday night after all and the mammal had places to be...