The wicked wizard, son.
It’s like, “what would the chocolate from the m&m’s taste like without all the bullshit?” This, my friends…this.
His name is The Day They Paint the Lines, “Lines” for short. He stands tall, and rides true.
Mornings are the best.
Guitar strap…is that what this is? Shit, I went belt with it.
The most badass little dudes, ever. My sons. :-)
Fried apples, son!
Sock game tighter than Robby K. If I was any fresher, son, I’d be gay. ;-)
Suh-muh suh-muh suh-muh time.