I miss him like the regular 50m-tall geysers of hot, sulfur-stinking liquid from Old Faithful. Like the circus clown misses flying through the air through a hoop of flames. Like the Tsar Pushka misses barfing up 800-kg stone grapeshot across the Kremlin.
I miss him like the regular 50m-tall geysers of hot, sulfur-stinking liquid from Old Faithful. Like the circus clown misses flying through the air through a hoop of flames. Like the Tsar Pushka misses barfing up 800-kg stone grapeshot across the Kremlin.