you asked for MOAR AWSUM.
BEHOLD.
HUH. HEY BUD.
Oh. Did you want some moar? MMBOKAY.
featuring Francis Ford Coppola on drums, apparently.
which reminds me to say this: "This is First of the Ninth, Air Cav, son - AIR MOBILE. I can take that point and hold it as long as I like -- and you can get anywhere you want up that river that suits you, young captain."
and really, who could forget the dual guitar solo in this:
Yup. Joe Walsh is awsum. Thank you, sir. You rule. Let's Party.


I love that BROKE ASSED Picture... FTS
Posted by: Beavis Christ | September 07, 2007 at 10:03 PM
She lived a very friendly, stupid nephew who did most of the work on the farm, is a reluctant alonesave all. Harriet and I do not have the above conditions of the week, when we first met Miss Aiken made, orrather she brought us together.
Posted by: UGG | July 11, 2011 at 01:40 AM
"I talk about this issue, Mr. Grayson happy. It makes me feel like holdagain. I'm in hell is" of course "," I said. "You need a friend. You and I will uptogether."
Posted by: Toe Shoes | July 11, 2011 at 01:56 AM
oh, I really like the style of your writing!
Posted by: UGGs | November 01, 2011 at 07:09 PM