The Bane of My Existence.
Mr. Owl, how many licks does it take to get to the center of Ashley's slightly warped, post-night-at-a-rockclub noggin? Mushroom fettucini, a Trader Joe's super-soy Chorizo, and sixteen popsicles. Paired with a Canon GL2, and a Sunday morning hangover.
Enjoy the madness.
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