Monday, October 15, 2012

Demons





2 comments:

WhitelinePsycho said...

So, I'm nearly off to bed, it's ten to one in the a.m, I'm scrolling down the post, the bike, the roast bull's testicle . . . WTF !?!?!? Thanks for the bad dreams Ben, what the fuck are you guys into . . . 'Killin It' just took on a far more sinister overtone, not goodnight. P.S, had to come back, the anti robot word was 'henrod', kid you not . . . omen of ill portent ??

tom said...

the walk was long, the road-lonely and cold. but alas, at the end of the trek awaits the warm, comforting sounds of the Swing Crew, median age of 52 locals eating vodka infused whip creme, and the always delicious Swing Crew Sandwich.