Alms for the poor. Flesh for T-Rex. Alms for the poor. Flesh for T-Rex... Look out! Move along now. There's nothing to see...Yay...Go Rex! Dear Loard, please don't let it eat us...
Society had torn them apart, but Sally dreamed of being with her true love again someday.
But of course, I was very, very ...drunk
I'm telling you, as the dominant species, we'll never go extinct.
Punk Dinosaur tries to fit in.