An inedible stew of visual lunacy much of which I concocted with my own three hands.
Hey M, Could I borrow a cup of groovy?
Something caught in her throat? I'd use a nine-inch filtering rod - shit, I doubt they've put that in the medical books but in today's day and age it seems to be just the medicine the girls' require.
Sure Wally - my cup of groovy is at no-cost. Ya just gotta keep on laughing.If that ain't the case (and I'm using these words sparingly) and the shit isn't at what you expected, then I am going about it ALL wrong.M - see ya at the next show W. Peace - until then...
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