"I Like My Steaks Bloody."
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
"Lights get low, and that's when I have my brightest ideas."
How'd a pile of kush become a mountain of truth? How'd a bottle of wine become the fountain of youth?
Just lie to my ears; tell me you feel the same, that's all I've been dyin' to hear.
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