Tracy's hat was half camo, half tenured professor. It confused people long enough for her to escape any conversation.
Because opening our mouths to the sky was starting to freak out the bands, we turned to bottled water.
"Honey, you know I hate buying those things for you. Yes dear. Yes dear. I'm working right now, we can talk about your Soduko addiction later. Love ya."
Being good Santa Barbarians, recycling stations were plentiful.
Never stare down a man with superior scruff.
If nature had intended for us to have three, we would have been born th....oh, is my mic still on? Oops, sorry.
ALO, now in beige.
ALO with tongue.
ALO.
Drumming, truly a cathartic experience.
The side fence was the loneliest fence of them all.
Animal Liberation Orchestra warms up the keyboards.
Rejected, Romy decided once and for all, never again to use the pickup line "Did you just fall from heaven, because I detected an object hitting terminal velocity several minutes ago."
No, seriously, stop following me around.
