What really does happen in that head of Nicks? Is he serious or is he just playing around? You decide as you wonder aimlessly through his mind, translated into words, pictures, and opinions from the greatest entertainer north of Iowa Street and south of Heywood Ave
I used to track the infamous Sasquatch until I realized he was just some guy sleeping in a freezer with fake roadkill guts hanging from his ripped torso. What a cruel, cruel world we have where two men have to go and ruin the fun for everyone. Now, NOBODY believes in my buddy Big.....BASTARDS!!!
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