Okay, so who will let me borrow their DVDs of the first half of the second season of the new Battlestar Galactica, since I just finished my recently-purchased first season and can’t yet afford the next set?
A Thunder-Mug For The Comic Poets
You’re furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You’re furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don’t give her water. You’re furious.
