Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2013 3:01:19 GMT -5
Don't smoke your shoes, it causes sinus issues
as you may recall, Doug was trapped in a post to talk about a bike I stole from him some years ago.
further it was revealed his conniving ways of swaying women with a olive branch of tutee frutee ice cream.
PLOT THICKENS and we mean real goop
This event was in the very flavorful 80's,
Doug entered a drug store in a Hawaiian flowered shirt, leaving his bike out front for those less employed.
With dreams of his soon to be in wild throes of romantic god knows what they do in California love making,,
he bought briers tutee fruti real creamy ice cream..
Leaving the store, knowing he had the best weapon of persuasion against the opposite sex, he preceded to look for his now missing bike.
Mean while I ran it like i stole it to a love in with free pot.
arriving only to find Clint Eastwood there looking for the ZODIAC killer.
the psychedelic lights where blazing and wild hippy bearded dodo dads playing wild bong go commie music, but i found the bathroom anyway.
Norman Green Baum sang "spirit in the sky" so loud my shoe laces came untied, hes the guy in the stripped shirt.
So I took my shoes off and smoked them,was real hell fitting them in the bong
and made me burp like a dragon with colored smoke rings.
mean while Clint wanted to know who knew anything about astrology,
I said I was born on thanksgiving, my sign is a turkey, he said he knew that already some how.
Mean while Doug with a melting sack of Tuitee Fruitee was pissed and stalking me, his grey rain coat 4 sizes too big dragging the ground.
And i had illegally parked the bike next to a dance studio for folks with gluten bread allergies, swing your partner and sneeze thunder like the god Zeus all over the place.
Sounded like a party for the flatulence handicapped.
I saw Doug coming and prayed for a miracle, he slipped on a smear of geriatric snot and I knew there was a god, especially after the dame shot him.
Holy holy, I am saved, Doug on his back on the sidewalk and me converted.
the rest is history.
Remember who loves ya baby.
PS
please don't leave cigarette butts in the men's wall urinals, it makes them soggy and hard to light.