HEY, PP GURU, WHAT THE FUCK?

Yeah, yeah- the PP Guru knows. He never got a moment to sit down to write about his recent APE experience. Ok, ok- the PP Guru admits that he can get a little sidetracked with these current vibes and stuff such as when new movies and book fairs, and chicks are on the lowdown- this shit happens. The PP Guru humbly apologizes to the handful who read this drivel driven blog. He's only a lowly wage earning sage, damn it!

To smoke it bluntly: The show this year was a complete waste of fucking time. The PP Guru just might skip next year's offering and find greener pastures at other populated areas to rake in his big booty of poppy. The PP Guru knew the show was off to a bad start when he picked up his exhibitor badge and was quite anxious to see how he was his listing turned out in the program guide. The Guru turned to the page of that listing and it said: featuring the world premiere of the DEPOSIT MAN & THE LAST GREAT TALE OF MORTALITY ACT THREE.

That grevious error just nearly caused the PP Guru to burst a blood vessel in his freakin' penis.

What a fucking pain in the privates.

And from there on end: it was a lousy fucking twenty-fives dollars worth of Landescape Productions products sold.

Goddammit- the PP Guru was supposed to come back from this trip a fuckin' superstar.

So What the hell happened? What in the cocksucker fucking hell went wrong?

The only redeeming thing about this trip was that the PP Guru plush hotel accommodations was right above a bitchin' hot smokin' pizza joint.

The PP Guru however does want to chronicle his dangerous night out on the town when he had to flee for his very 'not want anything to do with that gangbanging lifestyle' pacifist life when he found himself crawling out of the Spock's Beard show.

Are you all happy now?

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Coat