Hells bells and whistles you turn up as a ghost once and folks line the block to tear your partially translucent hiney a new hole! Goodness. Youre all simply sucking the fun out of our next holler. Jane and i have heard some hot goss about a ghostly artifact of silly proportions stuck way out in the outer bubbles in a big temple! Kind of like in tomb raider but its i who bare a strapping pair of holsters and epic shorts. Were headed there next! After all this snow settles in me. It didnt taste like blue razzberry at all. And dare i say it may have even had a saltier tinge caused by all of this ocean junk that always props up in the far out memories of whatever ragamuffin is inspiring the scenery.
