Baixar Mais Tocadas: Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through The Strip

It hurts when you have to press that dull little thingthat you’re only supposed to use once and then discard.Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend.My shyness, pet her flow.She’s only been five months late,even though we haven’t had sex for a week.A meal a day, a meal, I say.And my heart’s made mySomebody else already used the word aurora borealis.She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in thefreezer.She’s only five weeks late,and I haven’t had a date foreverever…ever…forever!Wish I had more…more opportunity,more chances to remember some thingsso I couldn’t have so much pressure on my…on my…on my, um…ah, on my…um…um…head.We’d have so much more diversity,and so much more input, so much more creative flow,if we had someone in school, a (GIT)GIT…geeks…in…town.Ha!…Come on, Dave, think of oneGirls In TroubleIt should be GIC, geeks with CharvelsNo, GWCFuck, man, this is a waste of time!(laughs) One more solo? Yeahhhhhhhhh! Yeaaaahhhhh!You’re personally responsible forthe entire strip…to be washed awaycleansed…as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcoholflowed through the strip and were set on fire.It didn’t just singe the hair, it made it straight.And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom,and his…silkand he…he erected a beautiful citya city of stars.