uh-huh.
take a break for a second, y'know?
breathe.
ferris bueller knew what was up.
one- you can NEVER go too far.
two- if i'm gonna get busted it is NOT gonna be by a guy like THAT.
ha-ha,
i bet you thought i would lead off with the
life moves pretty fast speech, huh?
c'mon,
i go to eleven, after all...
this beaver was totally not even a little bit concerned about me hanging out with him.
for real, he swam around looking for some tasty eats for half an hour,
and was still cruising right in front of me when i got tired of being mosquito food and went inside.
it's not like he knew i was vegan,
he was just a smooth fearless battle-beast.
respect, mr. beaver.
for being gangster and eatin' those heinous river lobsters.
work is eating my days up.
folk life concentrate needs to be added to this thinned-out weak-sauce work week.
ninjas wanna see me LIVE, son.
furious friday is only hours away.
guns, ya'll.
guns are definitely gonna be blastin'.
never quiet, never soft.....
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