Anyone want one?
A party in the quarter never fails to bring out the crazies.
My ears are burning, who’s talking about me?
Now it’s mine.
[ Singing. ] Touch me in the morning…
Nothing yet…
Shit. That’s gonna leave a scar.
[ Mumbles ] Yeah dad…
I think that calls for a celebration.
Detective, what brings you to my humble abode? Or as I like to call it, my own flea infested hell.
Well, that rain came from no where.
“Bored, bored, and oh, yeah! Bored. This whole vervain in the water supply sitch is a real downer.”
Holy shit, that battery acid-y taste really does stick around.
