Listening to: still conc dawn,
Feeling: intellectual
just an after thought. make tomorow, in your local town/suburb/wherever you're from, the day of twelve dirty jamaican mons.
that is:
get everyone you know to use at least twelve mons throughout the day, anyone who doesn't: clamp their nipples to the altenator in a car, and start the motor.
mons:
it is simply man with an jamaican accent.
(mon)
okily dokily (damn the simpsons)
Rob
party on!