They moved on

Who'm I talking to?

One of those physics geniuses with a blown mind.

A mug with the Oshkosh skyline.

Declaration of Dependence

I like to smell like coffee.

A working theory

Oh yeah, that place.

Rain-slicked and angry.

We'll adapt and undercome.

I'm calling in some party favors--
Mostly those whistles that are like sirens.

Rain boots of color

Carnival resemblance

On Ocean City:
Well, which is it?

Band: The False Senses of Security

(Our references needed some sprucing up.)

Night Lights

We vowed to de-dirty those words.

Don't tell the ashes, but I think we scattered them in the wrong gorge.

(We pretty-girled our way out of things.)

That place rules

Sadie Hawkins Redux

Napkinwise, I'm fantastic

Pamphlet: Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Pamphlets


(Turns out it wasn't even a star.)

What a waste of a big screen

I'd like to glaze her carrot cake.

He's okay, but he's always saying things like, "Or as I like to call it, Sexington Avenue!"

(She was a great car, and I betrayed her...)

Band: Wrong Hole

That catch deserves a nickname

I'd like to globally position her system.

(Bet you get that a lot.)