Maybe if we think and wish an open grave it might come true
It must be Halloween season, because my freudian deafness is turning Beach Boys songs into goth masterworks.
It must be Halloween season, because my freudian deafness is turning Beach Boys songs into goth masterworks.
It seems like my friends are always finding amazing things for a quarter at yard sales — like studio quality headphones, musical instruments, or helper monkeys. Whenever I go to yard sales it’s always just racks of baby clothes from 1972 and broken kitchen appliances. Enough of that!
Sometime this weekend I went to a garage sale that was chock full of comics and toys. I got the Iron Giant, some grab bags of comics, and Fry from Futurama. Hooray for me!
Also, Lisa put googly eyes on my beer stein. I think that it improves the experience.
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