Severed Chickenheads from the DOLLARSTORE

OK, so I like totally drank a whole bottle of shaw (cab sauv cause all the good shit is gone already duh and I never just buy all shiraz like i should because I love the man too much to believe that any of his children could not be worthy of me dropping my 2 (or 3 in bullshit ass new motherfucking england) buxxxx) and it was the most delicious bottle of shaw I have ever drank. It was a glorious time. I sat around stoned off bong resin listening to steely dan rekkids and contemplating what a waste my life has become while furiously pawing at the remote control in the hopes of the beard of chuck norris making an appearance. ANYWAYZ, I also bought a sweet orange tikihead candle that I will totaaly post some sweet picture of after I figure out how to reduce the quality enough and the html and all that shit that you fucks with yr abilities and awareness take for fucking granted from young schloubs like me that make their livings with their hands. and after that purchase, I formed a new band called "Crack Team" with three of my friends who will have their first practice after I post this. We wrote three songs last night, "Glow in the Dark Tattoos" which is about glow in the dark facial tattoos (ITS A METAPHOR), "A Hit Among Gay Bloggers" which is about mustaches, and "Mini Mart Moments" which is the song I will use to woo the new hottie who works the counter at the mini mart. All the songs contain threats of bodily harm to those who refuse to sell us drugs, including our own beloved RACIST DAVE. It is a glorious time to be alive. House Music fills me loins with girth.!!!.!