I knew I was messing with forces beyond the usual dealeo. Divide by zero, sacrifice a few chickens, invert Obama and have him hold himself up, upside down. But there's always a price; you can't escape the price. What is the price? About tree fiddy. 
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Then Things Went All Freaky Deaky on Me
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