who's that caddy over there?...
Last night as I slept I breathed in so much heavy smoke and sulfurous dust particles and assorted dead human skin cells, a new life form begin to grow inside of me. Not cancer, I'm saying another living being.
Today the doctor says to me, "listen son, I believe you have something called George living in your lungs."
"No fuckin' shit?"
"Yup."
"Will he kill me, doc?"
"No, he'll just make you laugh a lot and talk in funny voices."
"Fuck me, dude, that's fuckin' gnarly."
So I'm going to cope with "George" and talking like a surfer, listen to some Pet Clark from a boombox, while I skeet shoot some clay pigeons in a childrens park, and huff hazard orange and industrial silver paint with my dear friend, Mortimer, the one with the lisp and a cleft upper lip.
cope: Elvis, Blue Moon
Last night as I slept I breathed in so much heavy smoke and sulfurous dust particles and assorted dead human skin cells, a new life form begin to grow inside of me. Not cancer, I'm saying another living being.
Today the doctor says to me, "listen son, I believe you have something called George living in your lungs."
"No fuckin' shit?"
"Yup."
"Will he kill me, doc?"
"No, he'll just make you laugh a lot and talk in funny voices."
"Fuck me, dude, that's fuckin' gnarly."
So I'm going to cope with "George" and talking like a surfer, listen to some Pet Clark from a boombox, while I skeet shoot some clay pigeons in a childrens park, and huff hazard orange and industrial silver paint with my dear friend, Mortimer, the one with the lisp and a cleft upper lip.
cope: Elvis, Blue Moon
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you don't own a pirate jacket do you (a la' adam ant)?