Sonrisa: Sam & Casey
You sing, asshole. That's your artistic genius. But you can come paint whenevs. Bring Lou. HEY, we can fire up the kiln and make pottery dicks. [She pointed when they reached the wall of googly eyes, still hanging onto her Casey-pony. It was ok, yeah? The baby and dog were within view, both watching from the jail-playpen slats.] You know, just googly eyes is thinking HELLA small. Have you seen Lou's shop? It's all dusty and dull. You should get like glittery streamers and shit, yeah? Surprise him.