Please Sir, poetry first, sausage later.
Please Sir, poetry first, sausage later.
I love the way he looks at George and says "…yeah".
Fuckin swan killer!
Will she be interviewing actors out of work?
MACBOOK AIR, etc…
Venue destruction as performance. Glorious!
Sadly, the Gerogerigegege's gimmick of having a fat japanese man masturbate on stage did not result in success and/or fame.
The Polyphonic Spree?
Where's Biastoc when you need him?
But has it been banished to the land of wind and ghosts?
That depends: boobs on a live person, boobs on a dead person, or severed boobs impaled on spikes and set on fire?
My gloves are of stern and harsh discipline, not love.
Floppily Doppilies.
The subway is a porno.
Yes, it is quite possible to escape software update hell. It's called going outside and riding a bike or going for a run, or drinking Thunderbird under a bridge if that's your thing.
How much time you got?
In Soviet Russia, You experiment with Grindr!
No, but Could I Borrow a Feeling?
Attach the stone of shame!
Any openings for a night-soiler?