Dr. Blowfinger:
on "the philosophy of photography"
Dr. Blowfinger:
dinner is served
Dr. Blowfinger:
"meatballs" - dutch style
Dr. Blowfinger:
hey guys!!!
Dr. Blowfinger:
more pomodoro
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not sure what i was thinking really
Dr. Blowfinger:
i'll just sit here all night then shall i, until you let me in?
Dr. Blowfinger:
den of iniquity, and cheap beer
Dr. Blowfinger:
the moment i realized my ex used to model for mattel
Dr. Blowfinger:
psyence fiction
Dr. Blowfinger:
so it shall be written, so it shall be done... ummm
Dr. Blowfinger:
why don't houses have urinals?
Dr. Blowfinger:
toot toot
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fortunately for her, i was "in a relationship"
Dr. Blowfinger:
nice boots
Dr. Blowfinger:
caught in the act
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it comes and it goes
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minimal protection for my heart
Dr. Blowfinger:
okay then, let's go!
Dr. Blowfinger:
partners in crime? nice idea
Dr. Blowfinger:
My Brain Supernova
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not my shot, but i remixed her
Dr. Blowfinger:
Bums and Tums