The Post Office is out of Stamps
I hear the pop stars are made of CLAYE,,,,,,,!!!;?
the bulldog with the erection and a swollen foot massage gone haywire.
Back at work finally. Feeling good today finally. Recording OIABM and Wormhole finally.
It’s like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for alcoholics.
That’s it! I’m calling the carpenter…
If you were a marshmallow, you’d be a stale marshmallow.
Adhesive senators get stuck in the bubblegum.
There is something about pop music that is worthy of everything it’s made out to be, even though “experimental” stuff is what catches my ears lately. But there is something to appreciate in a lot of music.
If you’re looking for a name for your band, I’ve got it…
“The Hebrew School Dropouts”
No need to thank me.
Is there a gender-neutral word for referencing a person like “her, him”?
And the Bus goes up in Flames (Live)