No fuckin way! BV is at the edge of every photo he is in. Im going to see him tonight down at the barnyard and we're gunna light a big stack of hay, wrap it in newspaper and set fire to it with a lantern and...yes, and....we are gunna smoke that haystacker and blow ourselves into the nearest guinea pig yard with the momentum of the toke!
This will be blaring outta me Ma's speakers while the whole covert operation unravels. Here's to ya lungs cunt. Opiate Sun.....
Swooooiiiit
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