--------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the end they will lay their freedom at our feet and say to us, 'Make us your slaves, but feed us.'
Petray if you find me I'll get you so drunk you'll think you're a toboggan, and then I'll sell you to a brothel.
Oh Drugs. I never think I'm a toboggan, I prefer the bobsleigh, the toboggans slightly strange cousin on speed. And Drugs, I will get you so drunk that we will both go hazy and wake up in DR's house with tattoo's of each others faces on our arms, DR will be in Mexico, then we'll be really hungry and go get some food only to find ES with his pants on his head wedged inside the powered off fridge. We will then all go our separate ways and never speak of that ever again.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- I rock. /--\
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