Mike_C_Johnson:
Hollywood Cemetery.
Mike_C_Johnson:
left skyline. right girl.
Mike_C_Johnson:
sam and sam go to belle isle.
Mike_C_Johnson:
Naners.
Mike_C_Johnson:
but tonight, we shall roll our own.
Mike_C_Johnson:
this is not a boating accident.
Mike_C_Johnson:
hey, that sword-juggling unicyclist took my parking space.
Mike_C_Johnson:
Rickshaw Insurance Company.
Mike_C_Johnson:
BFD rooftop pan.
Mike_C_Johnson:
this apparatus must be unearthed: III
Mike_C_Johnson:
this apparatus must be unearthed: II
Mike_C_Johnson:
this apparatus must be unearthed: I
Mike_C_Johnson:
the camel panorama.
Mike_C_Johnson:
eat at joe's.
Mike_C_Johnson:
we sang our songs and counted morning birds in the trees.
Mike_C_Johnson:
pioneers.