September 29, 2004

EVERREADY

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.

Posted by Velociman at September 29, 2004 11:06 PM
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Next time write it on the back of her hand "EverCLEAR"

Posted by: og at September 30, 2004 10:20 PM
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