Black Cherry Jesus
I find myself now in search of this refreshment, leaping in and out of the shotgun seat of his green Bonneville, barreling through Silicon Valley with a reckless fury I've never felt before.
We have been through the the soda aisles of six different markets in the last 45 minutes. At each stop we have rushed in with a sexual explosivo, and at each stop we have returned, heads hung low, spirits bitch-slapped. We have decided that war must be brought to the doorstep of California's soda distributers, as clearly only violence will teach these fools what products are most important to mine and Joe's sanity.
"Dude what the hell is going on?! So far we know of only one that has existed today-doesn't that strike you as odd?" Yes Joe, yes indeed it does.
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