Oh hallowed table of crack, we better get down Mums and pick out which one it's gonne be. Ill bring velvet rope to cordon it off from the common non crack smoking people. We'll have thrones - one at each end. I might smoke mine in a joint rolled in woodchip paper.
Shall we get Mum a velvet cushion to sit on? I love woodchip, do you? I might paper Ronald in it and use his exhaust as a crackpipe.
God!! lets fill your petrol tank with liquid E, and then just suck the fumes! Mum can drive Ronald and we'll lie in a trailor behind taking it in turns to chug on the exhaust. Mum can have whatever she wants, we'd be nothing without her - she is everything to me.
I love it. I'll fit a towbar onto Ronald tonight and prepare the petrolium tank for liquid E. We love Mum! She'd better hurry up and adopt us.
Maybe she's called Geraldine Mary Joseph McCaughy? I'm gonna change my name I think, when I become an official Irish pikey child!
McCaughy, I know someone with that name...someone niiiiiiiiice. a boy. We'll have to start a double glazing company and rip off old grannies won't we....yet another string to add to our bow! Don't think I'll much like being a glazer, doesn't sound like you get much time to get right off your t!ts on smack does it?
Who is it? Sleep with him asap. Lets do plumbing as well, we can rip off people and wee in their water tanks in their lofts. We'll end up using our windows were supposed to glaze for setting up our lines on. A nice clean surface! I love adding strings to my bow.
We shant stop until we die young like rock stars do. I expect my internal organs will fail any day now.
