So what? I defecated. There were many dirty roads, and we killed a very horny Camel. All I had to do was get the Pimp out of his drinking frenzy and find a drug dealer where we could huff a thousand cans of Hot Pink spray paint. Then we could slither out of the zoo before dawn and find a place to vomit.
Long as I remember The rain been coming down. Clouds of Mystery pouring Confusion on the ground. Good men through the ages, Trying to find the sun; And I wonder, Still I wonder, Who'll stop the rain.
