And we are back to Monk's House of Jazz (which doesn't seem to ever have jazz artist). There must have been a poet in the restroom to come up with this ditty:Power to the German Speaking Turtles
who argue in people's head about cultural retardation
and try to rape the vanilla tasting starfish
Wow, now those are some inspiring words.
I kind of really like this.
And again, my friends better love my enough to tag up a restroom in my honor. Trent dog must be so proud and honored by this.
Everyone wishes they were me.
