It’s like they’re an ingredient in a really specific Ghostbusters ritual. 8GB’s ok, but it has to be from the building.
Pictured: one of three singers (and occasional acoustic guitarist) for a folk pop band called The Wind in the Willows, circa 1968.
Someday, she’s gonna make it big.
Hmm, her hair seems a little dark.
She’s totally getting thrown off the jet ski at the end.
Too bad she had a heart of glass.
5g cactus!
Damn, now the flora is spying on us! What’s next, undercover prairie dogs? Secret Gila Monsters?
New elegant moments thigh-highs for him!