I hope im the only guy named David, that smokes his morning spliffs wearing corduroy cut-offs under a tree meditating on riffs & art around these here parts, who tucks his pink bic in his cool left sock, who hangs in dark garages blowing smoke at tiny spiders while his bass tells him he needs to rock..but David is too common and practically biblical..1 thing I know tho..im the only Dukes McCool around these here parts, hah aww yea peep the brain fart..(insert wet fart noise here if u will)
Posted on: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 19:10:07 +0000