the smell of smoke in the air. salt, beer and lane oil on your hands... sounds like a friday. and the dude. and walter. lovingly sculpted over
a pair of munnys by task one. you nailed it.
fuck it dude, let's go bowling.
donny, you're out of your element!
[actually he's in the can]
eight-year-olds dude...
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