Baby, where we're going, you won't need a shirt. — Vernon D. Burns, Gods of the Jungle Planet
Baby, where we're going, you won't need a shirt. — Vernon D. Burns, Gods of the Jungle Planet
Baby, where we're going, you won't need a shirt. — Vernon D. Burns, Gods of the Jungle Planet
Baby, where we're going, you won't need a shirt. — Vernon D. Burns, Gods of the Jungle Planet
Baby, where we're going, you won't need a shirt. — Vernon D. Burns, Gods of the Jungle Planet
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Baby, where we're going, you won't need a shirt.

— Vernon D. Burns, Gods of the Jungle Planet
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