Mouthful of Platinum

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Tell me again why there aren't any death metal songs about Mother's Day brunch.

Have we or have we not stumbled upon an earthly paradise?

Motion to rename winter "Help! I'm trapped in a dystopian snow globe with Soul Asylum!"

Shhh. You had me at "hypersexualized arts and crafts."

I squeeze toothpaste from the top of the tube. I'm a rebel. I don't give a fuck.

I'm at home. Or in prison. Or in Hell. The lines are so blurred I can't tell the difference anymore.

You say it's love, but I say you're suffering from Stockholm Syndrome.

Family is the glue that holds my insanity together.

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