Jan 232012
 
Forty-Seven Dead Beats

I’m writing this with my egg timer going. I’m living in paranoid fear that at any second Andy Rooney is going to come down from heaven and complain at me about the harps. Because death = stringed instruments. Makes you wonder what instrument they give you in hell. Guitars. Of course. Anybody else picture heaven and hell as basically exactly like South Park? ~~~ I get to sleep in this week. These are the most […]