he needs a lear jet (then does a mean guitar solo)

the birds of shame a point of view

he needs a love that would-a last... or maybe a little red corvette

she's his blue sky, his sunny day...

reckons the number of the beast, for it is a human number...

what's the deal with Maple Story...

she doesn't suddenly flip out and get all smarmy

this particular one...

he should log off and go home now... all work and no play makes jack a dull boy

nothing screws up this weekend, screw Murphy... not this time buddy-boy