Tuesday, December 8, 2009


We go to the beach in the middle of the night, roll around in the sand, and howl at the moon. Most people would call this weird and complain about sand in their car, or bed, or bodily orfices. To us, this is the time of our life.
We are wild animals.
And that, my friends, is why I love you all.

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