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...the doktor gets an early start on the labor day festivities in new orleans...
Johnny St. Clair wuz here at 11:58 PM
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...the doktor gets an early start on the labor day festivities in new orleans...
Johnny St. Clair wuz here at 11:58 PM
17 Comments:
You twisted scumfucker. You'll burn for this one.
I can see it now...
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deny that is you in the picture doktor!
DENY IT!!!
i didn't think you would.
physician heal thyself indeed!
The doctor is in, when he should have been out HOURS ago!!!!
The strange and twisted display of love and affection was enjoyed by all. The doctor of the groom is a ciropractor (take that spell check and cram it with walnuts! It's my turn to rant!) who seemed to take a special interest in me and my knowledge of... chemicals. But the guy who enjoyed the festivities the most was the gay guy NOBODY knew that insisted on singing an Etta James song for the "happy" couple for a bridal dance. Needless to say, if he had known the bride, he never would have done that. The first punch of the evening was thrown by her, about half-way through the song, and it connected right on the jaw. 13 feet in the air he flew, length-wise. Also, if you know the bride, you'd know that she'd have the last punch of the evening. No shock there.
The doc was havin NO part of those shinagigens. None...
Oh, and it was yours truly's Birfday. The Doc's ex didn't come, which in hindsight, turned out to be a good thing. Shitty was the word. Or was it Shite? Fuck off!
Gonna try to sleep now... yayo might be wearin off.
Score another for the Doc (Ellis)!
Gotta make it to sleep before Sol comes ou... oh wait. It's been out. YaYo!
Dr.Johnson
Father of the groom is a ciropractor.
Thats what I meant.
Can't sleep. Clowns 'll eat me.
Can't sleep. Clowns 'll eat me....
damm dok,
must have been one wild night. i dont know exactly what kind of drugs you are on...i'm sure the list goes on for miles, but whatever they are...get me some!!!...and hurry
shinanagins...
and its probably still spelled wrong.
When I figure out what I was taking, I'll let you know, nephew.
shinanagins...
and its probably still spelled wrong.
When I figure out what I was taking, I'll let you know, nephew.
shinanagins...
and its probably still spelled wrong.
When I figure out what I was taking, I'll let you know, nephew.
I've got that sunny bunny feelin...
dok,
i think you're st-st-stutterin' motherfucker!
you've had enough...now, put the ween record away and back off slowly.
and for chirstsakes put on some pants!
~ johnny foshizzle
FUCK!!! your chemicalz even make you stutter. Where?...? and How Fast?...? can I get some??!!!!??
Dok, from now on, the party is in your pants! Oops, I mean, at your house... or, ahhhh, fuck it, at your house and in your pants...thats fine wit me baby.
seems as if your a man who knows his "Physics," drugs are on you, and whipped cream is on me...
mmmmm, anyone got any chicken? i dont know, but all of a sudden i'm in the mood for a bar-b-que!!!
I've got the grill...You bring the meat!!!
you know, i used to think a great rain would come and wash this city clean.
after associating with some of you, however, i'm sure it would only be like a bath.
I'm prayin for rain
I'm prayin for tidal waves
I want to watch the ground give way
All a tribute to high colonics.
Got me on the porch I'm in the front row
Says, "Shit's for real, man." like I don't know.
As for the party:
Hey! Fine wit chu.
Viva! Senor Ween!
VIVA!
-babybitch-
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