nine o'clock in the morning philosophy
three isn't four
4:30 rising depression
chug it
don't you know who i am?
backwards
that almost made sense...almost
switchblade tire pressure gauge
four quarters last all day
thank-you dear
third one in ten minutes
third try to sit down
stereotypical way of being stoned
I don't know what's going on man...
...My sentiments exactly
P-chew Pk-chew Kablammo!
shaking
what yeah no yeah yeah
you are a horrible person and god hates you
give you syrup
dream about a machine
calibrate
just still getting the look
Space Invader Zimm
frogman i wish i had a camera
that guy's head is made of cheese
no sir i think that's a hat
but still
dead babies black teeth
careful
those pens are tricky
they'll getcha
it's a taste explosion isn't it
as good
i don't know
call letters
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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