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Rest in peace with a million dicks my friend. I shook his hand once, he had a house on that terrifying road to Big Mountain sky resort, going to see Crash Test Dummies. He was just on the road tinkering with a leafblower and I pulled the Jeep over and said Godbless. He gave me a hug and shoulder pat. I wasn't the worst day I ever had. I got laid too, but not by Gomer Pyle.
 
Drunken Meat Fist said:
Rest in peace with a million dicks my friend. I shook his hand once, he had a house on that terrifying road to Big Mountain sky resort, going to see Crash Test Dummies. He was just on the road tinkering with a leafblower and I pulled the Jeep over and said Godbless. He gave me a hug and shoulder pat. I wasn't the worst day I ever had. I got laid too, but not by Gomer Pyle.
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And to the soundtrack of the best non vocal of all time. I don't mean it in a silly, take a deep look, If Fredric Chopin could have done Green Onions he would have. You could write your doctorate on that if you gave a shit. I toss a lot of blue mint baloney, but if you stick around there's research under the stupidity. maybe that would make a headstone, I made my epitaph in third grade, and I don't think I've ever evolved on improve on my third grade self. I randomly still pissmyself almost the same, so it wasn't the anomaly I had hoped for.
 
Drunken Meat Fist said:
And to the soundtrack of the best non vocal of all time. I don't mean it in a silly, take a deep look, If Fredric Chopin could have done Green Onions he would have. You could write your doctorate on that if you gave a shit. I toss a lot of blue mint baloney, but if you stick around there's research under the stupidity. maybe that would make a headstone, I made my epitaph in third grade, and I don't think I've ever evolved on improve on my third grade self. I randomly still pissmyself almost the same, so it wasn't the anomaly I had hoped for.
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I've never done LSD, I was a ungovernable goodhearted maniac with good old American deepbedded unspoken drink, I was a kid and my grandpa clint's house burned down and still lived in the charred ruins, he was a legend in Hungry Horse, there was an eight foot painting behind the bar at the Dam Town Tavern with an insane mountain man and grizzly over his shoulder. That was my grandpa, he was a prick, but if you were under his graces, you'd follow him to hell. He was like Billy Bob Thorton with more stubble. I was in his charred ruins with my dad, and my for whatever comical spontaneous obligation came over him, he thought I might need breakfast. It's among the most vivid memories I have of the old man's old man, you probably don't remember when they sold cereal in those six or eight variety packs, but he cracked one open and slopped some sugar smacks in cup and he didn't have any milk, he looked around and without a thought filled it up with Jack Daniels. Take away the comedic aspect, which isn't possible and no excuses, but it was there was no irony in how it played out from there. I almost lost my marriage when my old man picked me up to go to his funeral. My mom lost her mind and there was nobody who was thinking me and the old man going to the old man's funeral was gonna be great idea on paper, you don't know me,but you probably know enough. It was the thing to do. I could write a book about that night. My old man was a big guy and a redheaded Irish crooner, ladies man, man's man. He wasn't but he was almost intentionally oblivious the chaos that picking me up was gonna spin. The end story, we broken into a motel six blocks from my house because it was pissing rain and we thought we were in North Dakota. We took the fucking door of the hinges and I carried him in, we woke up to no cops and birdsong in hotel with no door. ...well /// too much information, thanks for letting me open a vein,

What I meant to say was I got married young and didn't have the opening to do LSD, it scared the shit out of me that I wouldn't come back, and I had kids. I can see a window now... solid mushrooms consistently for a short while (lost the friend) was the best experience I've ever had. Those shitty little nuances I kinda liked about myself came to the fore, I was a naked Butch Cassidy in the woods of Montana. I actually liked that fucking guy.
 
Drunken Meat Fist said:
Rest in peace with a million dicks my friend. I shook his hand once, he had a house on that terrifying road to Big Mountain sky resort, going to see Crash Test Dummies. He was just on the road tinkering with a leafblower and I pulled the Jeep over and said Godbless. He gave me a hug and shoulder pat. I wasn't the worst day I ever had. I got laid too, but not by Gomer Pyle.
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Drunken Meat Fist said:
I've never done LSD, I was a ungovernable goodhearted maniac with good old American deepbedded unspoken drink, I was a kid and my grandpa clint's house burned down and still lived in the charred ruins, he was a legend in Hungry Horse, there was an eight foot painting behind the bar at the Dam Town Tavern with an insane mountain man and grizzly over his shoulder. That was my grandpa, he was a prick, but if you were under his graces, you'd follow him to hell. He was like Billy Bob Thorton with more stubble. I was in his charred ruins with my dad, and my for whatever comical spontaneous obligation came over him, he thought I might need breakfast. It's among the most vivid memories I have of the old man's old man, you probably don't remember when they sold cereal in those six or eight variety packs, but he cracked one open and slopped some sugar smacks in cup and he didn't have any milk, he looked around and without a thought filled it up with Jack Daniels. Take away the comedic aspect, which isn't possible and no excuses, but it was there was no irony in how it played out from there. I almost lost my marriage when my old man picked me up to go to his funeral. My mom lost her mind and there was nobody who was thinking me and the old man going to the old man's funeral was gonna be great idea on paper, you don't know me,but you probably know enough. It was the thing to do. I could write a book about that night. My old man was a big guy and a redheaded Irish crooner, ladies man, man's man. He wasn't but he was almost intentionally oblivious the chaos that picking me up was gonna spin. The end story, we broken into a motel six blocks from my house because it was pissing rain and we thought we were in North Dakota. We took the fucking door of the hinges and I carried him in, we woke up to no cops and birdsong in hotel with no door. ...well /// too much information, thanks for letting me open a vein,

What I meant to say was I got married young and didn't have the opening to do LSD, it scared the shit out of me that I wouldn't come back, and I had kids. I can see a window now... solid mushrooms consistently for a short while (lost the friend) was the best experience I've ever had. Those shitty little nuances I kinda liked about myself came to the fore, I was a naked Butch Cassidy in the woods of Montana. I actually liked that fucking guy.
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