First, a little song I wrote when I lived in Arizona. Who the hell knows what it’s about. Between the tequila and mushrooms it all made sense when I wrote down the lyrics on some whore’s back. Now we just need to find her since she’s the key to the whole thing.
I actually don’t give a rat’s ass about the Oscars. A few of the flicks look good and I know various Hostages have talked up a few of them over the year. If you have a spare rodent haunch in your possession and care to look here is a list: http://oscar.go.com/nominees.
Love the hair. Full on Natural
I want a weinermobile. So does Cyn.
Gotta love these Oscars
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