I can see you have constructed a new light sabre, go back to Mars, take ye flask wit ye, feels so much better wit em pints, tell mom I can paddle on ma own now!


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Freitag, September 29, 2006

weed o'phoon six

11:00 came ric in time foh tuh show. pull up 'em blinds sit watchin teh height stormin winds trimmin 'em trees tin roof in flight plastics dancin in the sky signs wavin then flyin finally crashin dead on the ground. streamers flappin sirens soundin we watchin fo the next sign to fall break busted glass explodin what about taht pizza hut? we see. whoooooa. seems fun free admission. it is not. def'nitely it is not, sad stories from behind a know we know. thought we all get our tougher times. this one's not ours we audience hea, now. ric, onid, aler and coc.