Please keep this up! And your sick dick too, mighty T.! Also -- back when you could smoke on Greyhound, the back of the bus was a regular if unofficial grass (and booze and hash) bash every single time I rode it, which was frequent in the 80s. I smell skunk here on The Ave and sometimes I swear I can taste diesel too. Anyways, please keep us in your musical social butterfly net!
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