Saturday, August 15, 2009
BROOKLYN GO HARD
WHO AM I TO BLAME?
from the mouth of doggy dog, isolated beyond the years of contemplation. retrospectively interacting with himself, neverendingly lactating beyond his own control, he commands an army of squid (that are liable) to manifest the ideology of montgomory white's dream. furthermore, the squid are hung, high-spirited, lazy, opinionated, anxious, racist, and white. strap one on, get ready for 2012. my metermaid has found my meat-bucket. she smells like a mushroom could.
dunkaroos, beef chevys, bud heavy, bud light, blue moon, doritos notcho cheez, cheetoz puffz, tropicana x-tra pulp, rezeez piezez, p-nut m&ms, arnold palmer
text me, ill text you back