Please touch my dick, thanks.
Last night I went to Golden Gardens, where the smell of fresh blood hung in the air. The sand on the entire beach was stained with the fruits of rage and breaking 22oz's over people's faces. Amid the lucid grains of sand lie remnants of the face that was ravaged by a knuckle of brass. But all of that, I did not experience. Instead I was farming the sea of downtown for a parking spot but The Pharmacy had closed already. I jacked in the pizza. As time passed and the apocolypse came near, I watched Road Warrior. It was sauce mc rad. But nothing as good as Shanghai Knights will be when I see it.