Here come my favorite little Italian
allergies. Thirsty, but not too hungry.
He appears innocent until put to bed.
Cover your eyes with fire
before the animals arrive.
The weekend? I was moody
at Cloud 9. Talk about a break-up,
show some slim hunk the wares,
then drive to Cupertino
with Stonehenge.
Should I join Netflix?
Sorry, I just ate a poison cookie.
