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.
Lyrics: Good god, a bag of cheetos.