imagine if this hellhole starts making money for you
My late sister and I were at Disneyland, New Year's Eve 1990. The eve of Washington's return to the Rose Bowl. We had been at The Magic Kingdom for about two hours, and started searching for the exit. She turns me and says, "How the fuck do we get out of this hell hole?"
Never went there as a kid, but I went there last year as an adult and dropped acid there. Fun times
You sounded pour as a yoot.
Poor = Fast Strategy motherfucker. I didnt get to enjoy Disneyland until after college.... no acid, but we had whiskey and a blunt in our sock.
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