I just sneezed and it echoed in my ukulele
It was beautiful.
Is this how stars are born? Is this how the Beatles felt?
Mari went to Amsterdam for a while. Now she’s back and better than ever, like a little indie Hess truck. I cannot contain my excitement in one pair of pants.
The Little Indie Hess Truck That Could. Wait-what does indie hess truck even mean? That I’m reliable? That you know I’ll be around for Christmas time?
It means there’s a good chance there is a little man on a motorcycle inside of you. Let him come out, Mari. Let him be free. Vroom vroom.
