by Array (WeloveyouJesseLacey)
11/28/2006, 5:25 PM
The kajillions of whiny little boys named Tristan that I've been acquainted with. It's getting ridiculously popular in my neck of the woods.
Array
O come, all ye Grateful
Deadheads to the concert.
O come, Grateful Deadheads,
And camp in the street.
A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having.