hecpara:
Lonely lonely monday morning.
hecpara:
There it is, just over that hill!
hecpara:
Did we slip into a dream?
hecpara:
Set her down on that tiny island, Brodie.
hecpara:
The white knight wins all the ladies.
hecpara:
The snozberries taste like ass.
hecpara:
I was just trying to be funny
hecpara:
Drowning in flames.
hecpara:
Get the gun.
hecpara:
Three's a crowd, so move along.
hecpara:
Ripe for the pickin'
hecpara:
Ever flowing magma.