Crap from vendredi 'cause I've got zip else, though the oh-fer, like the domestication of the dog, continues unabated but hey, second verse in a week, even if gatekeepers hate it. I do too but that's completely you-know-what.
Darkthroning in the "woods."
We're number one. In rust, not corpses.
Why don't you get a haircut, you hippie.
Your humble host & hostess.
Ghosts never come out in the day. I don't blame 'em.
Cadaver to be named later.
COULD BE TOXIC CALL FEMA
Creatures of habit.
Graveyard, pshaw. Sometimes we get drunk in the alley.
I hope this purchase was approved by the OWS banking committee.
You're always ruining my shots.