The beast at The Flamingo…
His ass, it is said, never gives up its dead When the skies of November turn gloomy
Mormons, not even once.
The dot is the time they experience when O’Brien puts them in the pattern buffer.
Reminds me of this
Spider Car, Spider Car,
Drives wherever the spiders are!
Is it Big Block of Cheese Day?
Slash fiction at its finest!
St. Paul the sandwich
