when will it end? how will i ever afford postage away from this place? what kind of god would allow this to happen to me?

 
 

 

"I got a girl she lives on the hill, she won't do it but her sister will when she boogie...
she do the tube-snake boogie...
Now boogie little baby, boogie-woogie all night long!
blow your top!
blow your top!"

i wish i could see cubby, and mel, and smell the sweet grass of the mego museum once again...