Don't, Dad.

I cannot wait for a mediaeval cookie, a Cinnabon,
hot yellow Koolaid, and save a pretzel for the gas jets.

Jan 25, 2012 6:38pm

I WISH THERE WAS SOMETHING WE COULD CALL YOU PEOPLE | N E E D S

so some gang of reggies kidnapped me, put me in the stowaway of a ferry and I woke up and accidentally wrote a record.

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