Can someone please explain to me why I just found a tiny image of the Tristero post horn stamped on a random page of a this secondhand-bookshop acquisition?
I suspect there are strange forces at work among us, forces either deeply unnerving, phenomenally geeky, or both.
Oh and I'm pretty sure I was just uninvited out this weekend
Let's not shit ourselves
I suspect there are strange forces at work among us, forces either deeply unnerving, phenomenally geeky, or both.
Oh and I'm pretty sure I was just uninvited out this weekend
Let's not shit ourselves