Friday, October 22, 2004

WSB prayer

Our After Eights, drink of all drinks, crunker of souls, please help WSB agents to get crunked beyond belief.

Allow for us to play the fool and break shit without consequence. Allow for us to forget the rest of our night until morning comes with no idea if we are in hell or heaven.

Induce incredible amounts of regurgitation with no end in sight now and with the hangover to be felt tomorrow.

Sweet After Eight, deliver us to crunkdom, and save us from sobriety, through the mouth and into the gut, MAD CRUNKED.

Amen

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