Fly High, AltaBird
Goddamn. To think, it feels like it was only yesterday as Andrew was violated "just enough" when Bakes got snuck in through the back porch. Little did we know she'd get the master bedroom, and get a mud room installed, too. As the Deputy Undersecretary of Clusterfuckery Cheer around these parts, I hereby declare today The Opening Of Skiing Season.
What We Talkin' About - Jay-Z
Labels: Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Practice, Bakes, Dave We'll Buy You A Ticket Just Fly In Tonight, too insidery, You Can Probably Pitch It To Will Now Too, You Can Still Pitch It To Deadspin
