PICTURES
Me and my beloved guitarkelele.	Keeps the diverticulated thrombosis away.	I was fine shaking that tambourine until I heard the call of the wild.	Oh, the many horrific faces I can make! Apparently only three, actually.
The best mustache is fresh mustache, from Greece.	Perhaps a picture taken from that ice cream eating contest that I got waaay too into.	A posterized version of me created by my friend and world famous magician: Clare Love.	Kiss me. I'm a jerk.
Only Jon Bon Jovi rocks harder than my guitarkelele.	In the future all people will have a face that is half an ice cream cone.	The hardest part was squishing my face into the lens.	A now sandwich with all the fixins, Greece-style.
Nothing is sadder than sepia.	I'm probably wishing that you were here.	This does little to improve my vision.	The shorter the guitar the harder it is to tune. Listen carefully.
On the brink of rushing off to fight crime, professionally.