sleep. read. sleep. read. eat shrimp and key lime.

looking for boise-ness.

bacon ain't what you're macon.

yes ma'am, i'll have two scoops of energy and a scoop of inspiration in a regular waffle cone please.

land sailor.

soccer blitz, where seventy year old men are the best on the field.

i'll be enrolling right now, thank you, and if you'd like to go on a date later tonight that'd be cool too.

the meaning and feeling of a real connection.

the first catch is the biggest catch when you roll with the invasion, well, let's hope not all the time.

dozens of people i would hang out with if i could only stay put.

the dream, the magic, it can be found elsewhere, but wow those are big ears.

rock the cats fault.

meet a vet and listen for an hour, it'll change you.

americana meets the beach.

nice to meet you, is that with a ph or an f.

recovery, recovery, recovery.

yeah, that's my car.

a few dolphins, one washington, one relaxington.

aqua finn at the one hundred park and twenty screaming kids.

don't forget the chicken.

what's a what's a what is a photo.

potato pizza and a big spoon of brownie mix, add another pound.

there's more than one reason it was totally the best golf cart ride ever.

the tomato potato guy.

just because you have a ferrari doesn't mean you can pass me, just because you have a ferrari doesn't mean you can pass me, just because you have a ferrari doesn't mean you can pass me, just because you have a ferrari doesn't mean you can pass me, just because you have a ferrari doesn't mean you can pass me.

the tomato potato guy.

atlanta takes a hit from kristin, the world gets a thumbs up, and the brain starts ticking.

check out the biltmore on her.

jealousy and intimidation meets vicariously.

conversation of a lifetime where only a handfull of people in the country could sit in and truly get it.

my goods are deffective.

sometimes you have to go west to go east.

just because i can tie my shoes doesn't make me logical.

memory and imagination are the same thing, and imagination is like a fly trap.

when i know where i am, i know where i'm not.

thanks good to be here, i'm in the business of pursuiting dreams.

short, but concentrated.

van bowling the dolemite king.

the ambition is worth mor than the knowledge.

oh where oh where could pat buchanan's newphew be, oh where oh where could he be.

a little tv and a little guilt for paying rivals such great respect.

mmm dreaming of dump cake, wait that's not a dream, it's three in the morning and i really do smell dump cake.

awkward lil' fellow ain't he.

cheers, to getting lost.

sometimes it's just one of those days, no matter what you do.

he who lives well in turn writes well.

not only is my cake not even in the oven, i don't even have the recipe.