I call her Vera . . .

No joke. That's her name.

Oh, Happy Day!

My three brand spankin' new Threadless shirts got here today!

Now That's Dope.

Biggie Was Right.

In Case of Zombies.

And then I painted my newly-bare wall.

And had dinner.

Chloe: It's a secret recipe handed down from generation to generation to generation.

MJ: I don't think Ragu has been around that long.

(Our dialogue was written by Stephenie Meyer.)

Screws & Nails

Nevermore

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -

Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -

Nameless here for evermore.

Everett Marina

Spiny

Purple