(the smoker you are, the drinker you get - never vouchsafed by this ill eagle non substance nor amber liquids of the dogs imbiber).
as a mathematical abbot weeding thru bathroom rag i.e. regular toilet tissue paper prior to completing important private business matter
on the sacred porcelain chamber *** more revered than the kingβs throne molded from a gold ingot which the heady Mary Jane made more than hit token appearance and quaffing inxs of one hundred proof shot,
Nonetheless, boy gnome hatter her inebriated state, she still looked smoke kin hot asking if I wanna marry her attired in drag at a joint where ****
banged on by the hands of a phenomenal drummer taut as a hemp knot with music in his blood while blowing fractal rings β holy marcal scott
the immediate utterance and rather creative bon mot found me stock still like stone wall Jackson, who unfortunately got shot
unwittingly by his own (confederate troops), whose demise an awful blot per the southern cause during the civil war
and if anachronism to receive medicinal aide available instead of primitive treatment he got
as well as other wounded soldiers of misfortune on the battlefield whose faith the any almighty power could do little to save their lot,
yet availing my imagination to twist time like that mobius strip mortally wounded Rebels and Yankees free from facing death on a cot
might be successful hemp entrepreneurs cultivating a little spot of land hemp would outstrip cotton as king as export to trot back to lady gaga who
scorches throats yet delivers bagged illicit goodies with bo diddly squat narcotic as sweet as savory kumquat palliative that hits the spot.