"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


Não confie numa mulher que tira tudo menos o chapéu.

And just like that, it's senior thesis season again. On tonight's agenda, the glass department's very own Charles Glasgow. Gallery opening this evening, festivities at Ben and Charly's sprawling estate to follow. Activities to center mainly on keg of Harpoon IPA. Being Charly's show, I would anticipate some degree of nudity, or at the very least wrestling and dirty dancin'. Charly told me I could invite cool people. If only I knew some...