asynchronous_clamato tonya Put five dollars in and tell yourself that the loaf of bread you left in the shallow grave is not plotting a golf tournament on your memories of the plastic_bowl_of_remedial_cheese but that only only the horsecan will dissect your protein_scarf into those crackley bits of broken dreams and foregone concussions that you crope so wretchedly. I set that box of cereal on fire and next thing i knew, grandpa was exploding there he goes again 060526 ... now playing 060527 what's it to you? who go blather from