it's like when the swamp spilled into the street or that cereal bowl you placed under the leak + by morning you'd wake up in waist-deep but youcouldstillbreathe.
long ride. we won our game though, so i got some fitful, sore sleep inside a seatbelt. oh, + sweetheart...you shouldn't make such unfair accusations, when you know i'm having my own affair with the dialtone.