justin and gail:
welcome wagon
justin and gail:
thursday with eggs
justin and gail:
the end is nigh (guns: you want we have you have)
justin and gail:
what appears innocuous is often trying to bore a hole into your brain
justin and gail:
saturn is lamenting, saturn is called "god buns" here
justin and gail:
they are waiting always
justin and gail:
i am watching the watchman (the watchman is watching the squirrel)
justin and gail:
north american sex shop blob emerges from period of slumber
justin and gail:
confusion: portal interprets street as trees
justin and gail:
trying in vain to confuse and deter the porpoise, also enjoying a novelty mustache
justin and gail:
norse gods forever and ever
justin and gail:
toxic (not avenging presently)
justin and gail:
in space, the fantastic otter of fury does not care for your "postal needs"
justin and gail:
filed under "things that needed to transpire, they transpired"
justin and gail:
the sun means little to wallace, again
justin and gail:
the future of pole vaulting (hint: fragile and garbage)
justin and gail:
now, snake heads, initiate _________ search
justin and gail:
soon, the shrubs knew
justin and gail:
wilford brimley will come to you when you do not expect wilford brimley
justin and gail:
this is avon calling