We have “no-idea”(except we know EXACTLY because someone newspaper published a full page add about Aetheoship Dispute Devices that make your head very hot when they steal your ideas!) How, but David Corrigan STOLE OUR LIFE for that video
Because my bud delivered ice cream pies for Baskin Robins, and the lot of us would pile in the back of the styrofoam insulated van, filled with dried ice and leftover ice cream pies, that his insane-stoner-trust-fund-rich-boomer-boss- was incapable of counting.
An he would drive us to a national park, and we would box all the weed we could muster, like often a quarter ounce, in the air tight space, until we nearly blacked out.
Then we would pour out together and zerg the woods and rivers by the moon, except that fully 30% of the time the cops would be waiting, but so many teens were doing likewise, that by a miracle herd defense, we were somehow barely able to dive roll around alley lights, ditch the smoking dry ice in a, …, ditch, and crawl under trucks back into the ice cream van to drive “safely”(always beyond impaired driver) back home.
Where we would then dare that driver to eat as many ice cream (whole fucking pie sized) pies as in-humanly possible, then the rest of us would nearly aspirate pon our vomit from laughing for he would puke, such that it steamed the air from the temperature difference, inspite being down his gullet a half hour, still frozen!
Go watch Smashing Pumpkins video “Today”
We have “no-idea”(except we know EXACTLY because someone newspaper published a full page add about Aetheoship Dispute Devices that make your head very hot when they steal your ideas!) How, but David Corrigan STOLE OUR LIFE for that video
Because my bud delivered ice cream pies for Baskin Robins, and the lot of us would pile in the back of the styrofoam insulated van, filled with dried ice and leftover ice cream pies, that his insane-stoner-trust-fund-rich-boomer-boss- was incapable of counting.
An he would drive us to a national park, and we would box all the weed we could muster, like often a quarter ounce, in the air tight space, until we nearly blacked out.
Then we would pour out together and zerg the woods and rivers by the moon, except that fully 30% of the time the cops would be waiting, but so many teens were doing likewise, that by a miracle herd defense, we were somehow barely able to dive roll around alley lights, ditch the smoking dry ice in a, …, ditch, and crawl under trucks back into the ice cream van to drive “safely”(always beyond impaired driver) back home.
Where we would then dare that driver to eat as many ice cream (whole fucking pie sized) pies as in-humanly possible, then the rest of us would nearly aspirate pon our vomit from laughing for he would puke, such that it steamed the air from the temperature difference, inspite being down his gullet a half hour, still frozen!
You must be smoking that good ice cream…