so my female alter ego on the leftcoast always falls for prototypical 'why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free'-type of w(e)inners that can't ever seem to commit. i'm trying to convince her to find a nice boy in a library, or a church, or a park...'lil did i know she'd be dating some thundercat, named HANNIBAL, that stunt doubles for the matrix! when you get to about 3:00 min - listen closely - somewhere you can faintly hear superman, the punisher and a bartender named mike squeaking out a cry for help.
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