Monday, September 5, 2011

Aliens love Led Zeppelin.

Imagine sitting in a group of people and your back is turned to the darkness. Hearing a sound in the background, maybe it's smokey trying to play with the next door neighbor. I whistle, nothing. I whistle again and hear metal trays from the labor day BBQ. No smokey. Beer pong... sounds... what do you know? P.S. Vomit (not me ;)

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