levity equals 1% of 300mil-ish...
drop the zeros... i know a couple pulpit sattlers, makin hey, who believe what is it... 77k... will see the heavens, when commith the day... and I'm sure they have more than 77k, ambitious, members... soliciting more than would b affected, wakin um up, on other people's, sabbath's... with zero consideration, or concession, for the weekend, warrior. tell ya what... ya wanna save someone, prolly best to track their drinking schedule, as well... if i were a less dedicated, drunk... you'd b wakin me up, with a severe headache n projectile... BOTH... and unless y'all want to return to ur churches, smellin like bushmills, corona n lime... prolly best to not, "GET THE HELL OFF MY PROPERTY", people, who r human, on the most desirable of days off... when every hour, is happy hour.
maybe show up on their schedules... when they still only have a couple, in em... and not, during happy hour.
in fact... never mind... try calling... I'm less likely to answer any calls, much less 976-466-3464 (976-goo-dgod) which will also interrupt my hedonistic ways and piss me off, in similar fashion, with just as much grace and hostile, passion.
who doesn't enjoy, vacationing in the tropics... i know I'll b in good company. mosh likes gettin away to hot places, with ladies n felt tables... and infinite lifetime supplies of booze... but he'd prolly better pack some c rations... hear the buffets, r a lil lacking, these days; so to speak.
just ask diesel, if he likes the national parks of utar n the az... then, ask him what he drinks so satan knows what not to stock... cause all those pretty pics... r taken by the devils who enjoy dust devils n 2000°, cruel summers... go ahead... ask em if their ainnuttin better, than a sweaty, ice cold beer... when those A/T's, stop rollin. course... where he lives... mmm... best pack some coco, peppermint schnapps... couple cartons of smokes (it's my dream)... lil dog beer... maybe some water n spicy, teriyaki jerky so he's not lyin to the granimals, when he says, "tut tut tut/tsk tsk tisk... it's probably best i don't share"... coffee, bailey's... cooler, for the bailey's... and a carhartt... cause it's still so fucking cold, at his place! but i bet it's prime time, makin the zionic n bryantonic, climbs... into the cab o them jeeps, with shiny shiny... hopefully, warmed, seats... keepin his ass, calloused, for our upcoming, heat.
-true story
