Your humball host, Juan, the Earl of Valdez, proffers an eye-scroler, but rest ye merrie brain, 'tis only the pretifull vizuals of this magicall pigment contraption.
Making our daring escape from The Asylum.
Encyclopedia Generica's got nothing on the Cleveland Cultural Gardens.
Thieveland, land of Scandalouzz, Ostrogoths & Vandals.
Noted Polish mammajamma & radioactive destroyer of megalopoli.
George Sand's boyish toy.
Miss Prunella Vulgaris, Duchess of Hammer-on-Dulcimer hath discouered an alchemicall hommage formulae to Poland in the sevver graite.
Noted Slovene modernist, Ivan the Cankar.
Some of us are no longer that well-coiffed. I'm not Sore.
Oxymoron: genial writer.
[good luck inserting a smarmy comment, jerk]
"All the world's a stage,
And all the Peonage merely players;
They have their coffee and their rolling eyes;
And one shulb in his or her time plays many parts,
These acts being hiding, or disguise."
Downloaded the Agent of Destiny app.
Amen, brothers & sisters. Fuck golf.
"Look, Smithers, Garbo is coming!"
Please enjoy, I blinded myself for you, gentle reader.
Even juvenile lovers haue been seduced by the Vandal lifestyle.
The distant gate is marked 983 AD, presumably commemorating the coronation of Otto III. If I had palatial digs, 1945 AD would mark the birth of Lemmy.
Not pictured: the grave of Beethoven's genius.
The Greeks don't want no freaks, which is why we're leaving.
The Asylum's in case of terrorism protection racket.