Oh Styro, you are an awesome internet goddess... (holding you from afar, telling you that if you ever grow up and stop being an Internet nerd that people from around the world will shed tears of grief and pull out their hair as they throw down magnum's of tequila and snort lines to blow their minds because there would be no more Styro and then we'd have to have a collective suicide pact and it would take too long to organize and when we finally succeeded it would just be a big ol' mess and someone would have to clean up that shit and do you really want that on your conscience? I didn't think so.)
Tasty pint on me? Penny Lane? December?
