I want to take you all to a big house on a cool clean lake.
It's summertime, the air is thick as sweat. We have a bottomless beer fridge, every imaginable board game and floatation device, and a fleet of Mad Max style jet skis. There's scotch and liqueurs for evening drinking, a humidor full of the finest drugs imaginable, a long dock on the lake, and small fridge near the fire to keep are smore ingrediants decadently fresh.
I'm walking out of the kitchen with a tray of fantastically shaped and lavishly iced cookies. You pick one up.. but you're just quick enough to catch a tumbling sprinkle and eat it before you even take a bite.
After cookies we mud wrestle to the sounds of Black Sabbath thundering from a Pisa-like tower of speakers.
BANG-A-RANG!!!!
It's summertime, the air is thick as sweat. We have a bottomless beer fridge, every imaginable board game and floatation device, and a fleet of Mad Max style jet skis. There's scotch and liqueurs for evening drinking, a humidor full of the finest drugs imaginable, a long dock on the lake, and small fridge near the fire to keep are smore ingrediants decadently fresh.
I'm walking out of the kitchen with a tray of fantastically shaped and lavishly iced cookies. You pick one up.. but you're just quick enough to catch a tumbling sprinkle and eat it before you even take a bite.
After cookies we mud wrestle to the sounds of Black Sabbath thundering from a Pisa-like tower of speakers.
BANG-A-RANG!!!!
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When I close my eyes and think of heaven, this is what I will now see... except with more harps (blame it on being raised catholic), and round the clock mud-and/or-pudding wrestling. Oh yeah.
IS IT FROM JEFFERSON AIRPLANE TOO?
BISES,
LAKME