Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there lived a tribe of paper people called the Flat Max's. It all began with some butcher paper, scissors and a 4 year-olds idea of companionship. You see, people need good friends and they need to be loved. We started out with a flat Max which led to a flat Philip which then led to flat Tiffany to keep him company. She got curly hair and a tattoo along the way, but it goes well with Philip's bloodshot eyes. These are the things you do to keep entertained when you're up in the Brooks Range, 250 miles from the nearest television, but with all the Maker's Mark, Gentlemen Jacks and quality friends a person could ever need. Good times...
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Flat Philip
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there lived a tribe of paper people called the Flat Max's. It all began with some butcher paper, scissors and a 4 year-olds idea of companionship. You see, people need good friends and they need to be loved. We started out with a flat Max which led to a flat Philip which then led to flat Tiffany to keep him company. She got curly hair and a tattoo along the way, but it goes well with Philip's bloodshot eyes. These are the things you do to keep entertained when you're up in the Brooks Range, 250 miles from the nearest television, but with all the Maker's Mark, Gentlemen Jacks and quality friends a person could ever need. Good times...
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