Game Over.
Well, folks, bloods, crips, pimps, ravers, players, haters, raverhaters, playerhaters, masterbaters, elevators, dealers, squealers, pierced people, tatted people, disgruntled postmen, Men at Work, woking stiffs, chicks with nice hips, lips, and potato chips, my milkshake, your milkshake, the bedroom dj's, 50 yard relay-runners, smokers, jokers, floaters, jocks, cops, cocks, flock, ill bill, the terminally ill, those who keep it real, Rick james, james brown{is dead} chickenheadz, waterbeds, my buddy Fred, the undead, the living dead, deadheads, breakz headz, meat heads, cheerleaders, fearless leaders, mighty giants, The Dj Alliance, pop'n'lockers, punk rockers, raver chics, skinny chicks, fat chicks, people with busted adidas kicks, puzzle goers, shit throwers, Club X kiddees, Kid n' Play, anyone Gay, anyone straight, straight shooters, pooper scoopers, Army guys, little guys, big guys, people who tell lies, people who eat french fries, Louisville peeps, E-town peeps, Hoosier freaks, freek-a-leeks, tweakin peeps, juggalos, busted hos, clubsluts, mixed nuts, liquid dancers, disco dancers, sweet romancers, bouncers, flounders, mermaids and clownfish,
less than 70 hours til dinner,
breakz will be served, with a helping of house, and dn'b
with dessert Saturday mornin @ The Axis. And I ain't talkin for cartoons.
ryan. now if everyone (ahem:arron:ahemmmm) would figure it out!
