and you’ll wake up in a dumpster covered in empty viles of amyl nitrate and your own hair.
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I dig the urinal dribble on the zipper, or, is that grease from him inhaling General Tso chicken at the midnight all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet? Regardless, I need to score a pair of the amber-tinted specks, as well as some of the shrooms they both have obviously enjoyed.
Hang me, Dang me…G-Men get to have all the good times. Nothin’ better than livin’ off other people’s money.