The Transient still thinks burning the piano is a good idea. He was too stoned to hammer for more than about two blows though.
Asatar contributedd to the fire with tools of steele sliding methodically with the nature of the grain.
Then, this indian showed up and was talking about how no "real trees" exist in this city.
But he too decided to smash the shit out of the piano to satisfy his urge of wanting to cut down a real tree.
The transient is tired of seeing green lines drawn over his eyes, so he tried to hide them for this photo.
The same instinct about burying their waste that comes with all kittens is the same thing that makes the pig very concerned about a fire in the backyard.
Some babes
Laughing by the trash; a hip hop metaphor perfect for describing a bad joke.
YOU KNOW
THAT THIS WAS
A SKETCHY PARTY
(insert sarcastic comment in a skooby doo voice)
LDS God bless the face of a killer.
The transient was so enthrawled by the taste of real food that he hardly realized the group of hipsters that wanted to be his friend after seeing the can of Pabst, then shunning him after they realised that he wasn't eating pork flavored tofu.
CCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHfood. Ed and his boner.
The natural male instinct to poke the fire for no fucking reason.
Then, these two capes showed up. Capes are the new ponytail.
Fuck Eagles, and Skull fuck heroes.
Bite them before they bite you or your child.
Hessians at heart find a way to take things to the extreme.
Get on the roof. Tired of writing-end transmission.
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