munch a bunch of fritos go with lunch.

i dig fritos scoops and shit.

that shit is the biznomb. i like putting fucking rotel dip all up in that scoop and eating the fuck out of it. i like frito chili pie, too. fuck yeah. like at football games in the winter. i always order a frito chili pie. that shit is good at first but as i get closer to the bottom it becomes gross.

nobody ever says grody anymore.

that shit is grody.

or is it grodie?

i ain't as good as i once was, but i'm as good once as i ever was.

genius.

that's all you have to do today to write a hit song. take any cliche and turn it around or substitute one word that sounds similar to one of the words in the cliche and bingo bangalo..... hit fucking parade.

i gotta lot of leaving left to do.

see.

easy.

substitute leaving for living.

bang. hit song.

come on class, let's see if we can come up with some.

let's start with the cliche...
a friend in need is a friend indeed.

a friend with weed is a friend indeed.

okay, so i didn't make that up. fuck you.

how 'bout?
from the bottom of my heart.

switch heart and bottom and now we have the hit song....
from the heart of my bottom.

bam. slam. jam.

man fuck this.

my knees hurt. and my back. and my fucking left shoulder.
must eat somas.

well, we'll be out at bostock's in stephenville tonight and then at raz on the braz on saturday. our time got moved from 4:20 to 5:45. hope to see some of you out.

come by and say hi.

made a rhyme.

like a lemon lime.

eat a big one,

scott