Rome has the Sistine Chapple...
after knocking some poor kidda off of their bike, Rabbi Woodhand turned on me
the stunning vista of Top Valley
Benno (Swiss-piss) in full, majestic flight
bluntslide which sounded like seagulls dieing
the one foot skank
---following such regressive behaviors, I headed back out towards Vermont and Earth Sky Time Farm---
where the flour was flying...
and the camping was risque
and the ho-downs are somber affairs - a night at Donny Dorr's (local oil barren)
Donnie D. Dorr, macking hard...
Donnie had the pick of the ladies
and the dudes! (if he reads this, I'm a dead man)
bear-hat
yeah, we cut the rug
much to the amusement of the locals
cheers Donny!
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