In homage to The Windmills' super-sweet bong cave.
You pop the tape in your sweet Marantz twin-decker and crank "Spine of God" for the sixty-eight thousandth time. All your super-tight bros from way back when have come over with frosty brews and Brads' cousin Jay just dropped off a freshly manicured ounce of the filthy. Take a load off, bro. You've earned it.
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RamyArida says:
Looks like the jam space we used to have! This is strangely less grimey though...
September 19, 2010 at 5:33 PM
CIVIL CIVIC says:
That´s the flash at work, Ramy. It fudges all the beautiful, gory details and makes it look sanitary. Believe me, bro, this cave is bonghorrible.
September 19, 2010 at 8:03 PM