16. "i'm a mouth dry, slit-eyed, grouchy mornin riser" In response to In response to 15 Sun Jul-30-06 08:05 PM by dba_BAD
outside, lit by the chronic puch provider my weed bowl cashed, the police roll past but i flee no stash when i'm keyed, know that hold heat go blap, and the streets fold back, stroll free, hold these nuts in a gold sack