August 26th, 2007

  • roybot

jack black

My calculator is internet enabled. But my harbl has yet to be polished. SUDDEN URGES, RANDOM DIRECTIONS.

20 minutes later, subjective time in the wormhole. The music we were listening to had springs, but only when moving forward away from the source.

After dodging an HDP field, we emerged in search of sustenance.

Posted by Mr. The Plague (mastar of teh gibson)