ZaeRaeNae

I'm a drunken sailor. A drailor, if you will, but you could call me a clumsy port man too.

Cows on weed or cows on a plane, either way the steaks have never been higher

Bury the hatchet or bury the lead, just as long as you bury me in that sweet honeyed mead

This one came to me in a dream last night where I was in the studio. I said this, and promptly ran out of the room and woke up. It was destiny.