Sorry, smohqy suspiciously smells strongly of sweet sweet sinsemilla.
The night Dawn's upon the being known simply as smohqy.
Where he has hailed from, we can never be informed, their purpose, but a feverish dream, product of drunken ramblings from a former psychiatrist.
The pale face is a heavy indication of the spirits on the table, strong, fermented odor resembling the nights I worked at a alehouse.
Where are they headed?
Towards the door, after that I can not say.
However that odor, that foul stench, a memory I shall not soon forget.
As Smohqy smelt of sixty sarsaparilla saucers, spinach stuffed salmon sauteed on Soy sauce, sprinkled with semolina, sauntering slowly sideways on the sidewalk stumbling several seconds short of six o'clock.
Sorry, smohqy suspiciously smells strongly of sweet sweet sinsemilla.
The night Dawn's upon the being known simply as smohqy.
Where he has hailed from, we can never be informed, their purpose, but a feverish dream, product of drunken ramblings from a former psychiatrist.
The pale face is a heavy indication of the spirits on the table, strong, fermented odor resembling the nights I worked at a alehouse.
Where are they headed?
Towards the door, after that I can not say.
However that odor, that foul stench, a memory I shall not soon forget.
As Smohqy smelt of sixty sarsaparilla saucers, spinach stuffed salmon sauteed on Soy sauce, sprinkled with semolina, sauntering slowly sideways on the sidewalk stumbling several seconds short of six o'clock.
I only bought 50. I was too lazy to place, agree, tap, search, repeat. Then I remembered that "bad" donut notifcation checkmark. I checked it, place another 10, then unchecked it again.
I think it was a good score, but mystery boxes are still slightly cheaper...and uglier.
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Sorry, smohqy suspiciously smells strongly of sweet sweet sinsemilla.
The night Dawn's upon the being known simply as smohqy.
Where he has hailed from, we can never be informed, their purpose, but a feverish dream, product of drunken ramblings from a former psychiatrist.
The pale face is a heavy indication of the spirits on the table, strong, fermented odor resembling the nights I worked at a alehouse.
Where are they headed?
Towards the door, after that I can not say.
However that odor, that foul stench, a memory I shall not soon forget.
As Smohqy smelt of sixty sarsaparilla saucers, spinach stuffed salmon sauteed on Soy sauce, sprinkled with semolina, sauntering slowly sideways on the sidewalk stumbling several seconds short of six o'clock.
This is the best thing ever.
Maybe next year then.
I think it was a good score, but mystery boxes are still slightly cheaper...and uglier.