fucking, shitty disco.
straight from italy, and you have to wear lime-green pants while you listen to it and some scrawny fembot sells you a bag of cocaine that turns out to be cut with baby laxatives.
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postbear has metal knees,
Thu 20 Mar 2008, 2:57,
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baby laxatives?
thats allright cocaine plugs me up good.
not that i have ever done it, or plan to, just transported it... in my..... suitcase....
as long as she doesn't try to sell me a good time i think i can drink enough to make the night go by
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Scott_ish got this sig out of a crackerjack box on,
Thu 20 Mar 2008, 3:02,
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