The all new ramblings of the dystopian brain. Jumping the shark on a rusted out, flame engulfed motorcycle, wearing nothing but a kilt, drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon. Attacking the 60 foot mechanical beast, while trying to sing an ode to life, and realizing, in the midst of it all, that I have forgotten to pack a can of Pringles.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Back to the Future
Hello, Goldfine!
I have returned for more, and am quite looking forward to it.
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