Im Wiping My Ass With A Hustler Magazine.
 

'Slow motion, liquid universe I'm feeling nowhere
It don't matter where we're goin' 'cause I already been there
On your dead shore the sand is warm
She hides her tears and quickly lets it die
They're dying of rabies, eating their babies
In fields of dead daisies, I live tranquilized.'

'fried chicken and coffee, they keeping me mean,
im wiping my ass, with a hustler magazine.'

Heres to Nashville Pussy and Acid Bath.

cheers motherfuckers.

2 left in a 12 pack, thank satan for beer delivery.

:glugglug

Cheers Fletch :glugglug

have one for me!

proud of yourself?