Don’t you think it’s time… TO ROCK THE LUTE!

Errol does a mean solo with his tongue in the third partita.

What kid in 3rd grade says ‘I want to grow up to be a professional lutist and wear tights and lace with frumpy hats? I think we have our answer.

Ok, Samson, just keep the pants on!

He’s frankly a little too liberated already.

Isn’t Diebold a security company?

“Our locks will keep this guy away from you and your family.”

Someone needs more bran in their diet.

From the look on his face, it’s making a move for his kidneys.

Spending the night isn’t an option once the cell door is shut.

Oooo, maybe we can make some prison wine together!

He looks so happy for having just spent the last 12 hours picking up trash on the side of a freeway.