Pianka’s cocainesexjams etc. are meant for that cold-sweat moment after you’ve stumbled from the dancefloor after sucking up nitrous into your nostrils, chewed a chunk of amber crystal meth, swallowed a Sparks with a Jager chaser and are ready to get blowjobbed in the bathroom.

And lest we let the drug metaphors go: He also just knocked over your three-foot bong. God-damn-it! SOMEBODY GET A RAG!
CP: Bi-Annual Dave P Story Music Issue

This entry was posted on Thursday, March 8th, 2007 at 11:18 am.