11 February 2011


It's a billion degrees, everything that moves is trying to poison you, every plant wants to turn you into a pincushion, there's booze and guns everywhere you look...why on Earth do I live here?

Oh, yeah--because our Governor has a spine of titanium.

Give 'em hell, Jan!!

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