| Title: | Hope You Still Like It | ||
| Description: | one of a mix of mix | ||
| Notes: |
Stick had a ninja star, and it went right through the drumhead. Great
jee, we were laughing like loons, the plastic wrap overhead breathing
in and out, sighing. Oh, and what a sigh, down there in that indoor
weatherstripped packstriped combination of a party and a showdown. Later we were so gone, someone threw that thing and it stuck right in Jimmy's sack. He didn't even know what hit him, though, he just went back to the whiskey. Careful with that dynamite, there. |
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| Lyrics: | Good god, a bag of cheetos. | ||