Now that yours antisocial has met a local blogger other than the Duchess who doesn't exactly count being a fellow inmate at the Towering Slab, interwebs greetings, scourge of dandelions, I feel all bright young thingy. Here's where Jake would say ewww, but thankfully Space Casino scoffing is more universal than I previously dreamed of. Sometimes I love you, stupid burg.
Zombie third-rate grunge lives.
Nothing personal, guys, but T-virus vaccine, stat.
Sucker bet, n. that the shine will wear off sooner rather than later.
Because I'm awful, you can't tell the signage says Filming In Progress. For flicks more thrilling than either that or this, come back for the late show wink nudge.
Okay, lead the way --
to mold --
& smokes? At least I don't feel ripped off.