Transcript:
You know how I'll know when I finally arrived? When a high school marching band in a small town forms your silhouette to the tune of MacArthur Park. We've been up late plotting ways to nuke my self-esteem, haven't we? It keeps me off the streets.
Midnite Wine about 5 years ago
That’s what pals are for!
Archistoteles almost 2 years ago
Gnome-bowling.