This makes me happy.
The story goes like this. Dan Deacon locked himself in a closet on acid and recorded everything that came to mind. Fuckin hysterical.
(insert faggot indian in the teepee)
eyo she's drinkin outa cups
I decided to give this blogging thing a whirl. I'm not trying to reinvent the wheel so I'm just going to be straight forward and write about what I did, didn't or wanted to do.
i.e. I rode my bike, I didn't do coke, or I wish I bought a TV.
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