They all died Jung.
Because people are dying to get in there.
An argument with a woman! And I'm in one right now.
To get to the other side.
To break on through to the other side.
Only the good die, Jung.
S'cuse me, while I kiss the sky...*
Trying to get out of his grave.
OC) A bottle of scotch can keep beyond 27 years.
With a chihuahua pedal.