I was so happy that you banged loose for the final rounder. I exclaimed, "You made it!" I then corrected myself because I didn't mean that
you'd actually arrived in your life; but rather, that you had managed to make it back to the bar for another round of drinks.
icy Autumn grasp, venomous six-string knives hovering in our consciousness, ready to be brought to life by the genius of
PM, could only mean one thing: Midnight Jet Ski-ing with The Coffin Girls beneath the world's most dangerous bridge!!!!