Sent The Bride to the liquor store and she returned with 32 D cells. Post Hurricane Stress Disorder, poor lass.
The good news is you can crack those puppies open and get a pretty decent, albeit short term, buzz off the acid. Pretty good stuff, too. That Ray-O-Vac shit we huffed in junior high was like Mexican, man.
Next time write it on the back of her hand "EverCLEAR"
Posted by: og at September 30, 2004 10:20 PM