Or maybe it's high time the acid kicked in. Melting sticks of butter, gum drop fruit beards, candy cane tongues, and cosmic cows from outer space that magically turn into hamburgers. The smiley mouth with the front yellow pot tooth. French fries. Black Santa ice cream and falling hot dogs. Damn, I gotta freaking quit sniffing glue.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Hey! Son of a Gun! It's Refreshment Time!
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