“They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops.”
This is what happens when you make Kettle Corn. Kettle Corn is fucking gross.
Lingered last in line for brains and the one's she got were sort of rotten and insane.
This is my personal blog, however I am also an aspiring artist and I would love it if you checked out my art blog cokermoenarts.tumblr.com
I also have a Facebook titled Coker-Moen Arts and a website Coker-Moen.com :)