Always room for one more.
January 2009
Meat your maker.
Collect them all.
Come into our Igloo.
I can’t even go to the bathroom alone anymore.
“I’m high on life, no fuck it I’m wasted…”
If you feel something, say something.
Somebody’s gotta do it.
If it’s from the sea it’s not for me.
Yum.
Roll the dice.
