I've been getting WAY too much exercise this past week. I've climbed so many monkey bars my hands look like monkey feet.
Every day, I go down to the park, and scale the outside of jungle gyms while little children watch on in stunned curiousity. I'm sure I'm going to be responsible for at least a hundred injured toddlers as they try to vault fences and climb trees with their pudgy little arms.
Wake up, it's a new day.
REWIND AND REWIND AND REWIND
He is a strange specimen. Poet, guitarist, writer, and an avid freak. He enjoys long midnight walks and quiet contemplation, and going on food runs with his friends. Please use caution when approaching this individual - he is known to eat children and engage strangers in complex philosophical questions.
He is a strange specimen. Poet, guitarist, writer, and an avid freak. He enjoys long midnight walks and quiet contemplation, and going on food runs with his friends. Please use caution when approaching this individual - he is known to eat children and engage strangers in complex philosophical questions.
Who's this guy?
If you scrolled all the way down here, you must be bored.
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