The Lark Song

(or the semi-complete, somewhat-unedited works of a sometime lunatic degenerate with unlimited high speed internet access)

Monday, March 21, 2005

The truth and nothin but...

Mood Drunk

So I smoked a cigarette. Weak.

Drinking alone is really shitty.
Posted by The Monkey Prince at 10:04 PM

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