What´s more is not only am I still alive, but you can call me because I have a…
Cell phone!!! The most ridiculous annoyance of American Culture now lives in my right front pants pocket. But it´s simple and functional and its prepaid so when you call me its frizzzzllleee. Here´s the trick, if you want the number you must call my mother and ask for it… I am not about to put it online for Jesus knows who to see.
No one here gets out alive | help! i’m alive | Rally To Restore Sanity/Keep Fear Alive, Antarctica Edition | For Clarification: |





