Review: Bjørn Riis – Fimbulvinter
Never trust a guy selling you secondhand Airbags.
Never trust a guy selling you secondhand Airbags.
A mantle successfully passed.
Someone ask Quentin Tarantino if he wants an indie prog band for his next film’s soundtrack.
A respite to calm the raging storms within.
Dammit, I just got my chickens’ feet disinfected.
I’ll try to keep this one brief.
My deepest gratitude, Professor.
A bitter pill that goes down surprisingly easy.
If you throw all your paint at the wall, some of it’s bound to stick… and make a huge mess.
Wait, this isn’t the TV show about a man who transforms into an animal? I want my money back!