77. Randall Einhorn
Peace and love, peace and love... or murder.
Peace and love, peace and love... or murder.
Picture Rob and I hot tub shopping.
We shared a bank account like Ben and Matt.
I find the middle ground boring AF.
Oh shit. Wow.
Trying to get it right in that skull where it stays forever.
I’ve abandoned my child!
I'm in a lot of pain, and I feel ill.
Who wants to perform for candy?
Physically old. Mentally young.
There's a beluga in the Schuylkill.