A country-rock song from back in the day when guitars were twangy, vocals were out of tune, and no one cared what the words were because they'd drank too much whiskey.
Bad Poetry: Getting Old
To wake up Is to stretch the shoulders Pull on the neck Pop the back Crack the knees Bend the joints and listen To the cacophony of sounds...
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There's a question that has befuddled your brain for quite some time. You try to sleep, but you just can't stop thinking about it... -
Here's a shot from Amid Evil, because it is a video game. Here is an ever-growing list of all of the video games I have reviewed for ...
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