hits from the bong

Let's smoke that bowl, Hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it. Unplug it. Don't strain.
I love you Mary Jane!

She never complains - when I hit Mary
With that flame, you know I light up the cherry
She's so good to me - When I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen

Don't get me stirred up. The smoke, through the bubbling water
is makin' it pure, so I can take my hit and hold it
Just like Chong, I get the bowl and I reload it

Get my four-footer and bring it on
As I take hits from the bong.

Cypress Hill
Hits From The Bong
[lyrics] [live video]

drinks

i rather go out for drinks and restaurants than clubs and bars.
but still, you can have a drink at the bar of a restaurant, and it works perfectly fine.
;)

"tiro-zói"

to the ex, via msn

the only advice i'll try to give you as a friend - and i say "try" because you might not take it, and "friend" because I like you as a friend - is that it's wrong to "forget that you met someone", and right to try to learn from your own mistakes and from other people's mistakes. don't you ever think that you can just throw experiences out of the window and erase whatever you want from your life because that's not just wrong, but it's not fair. if you do it, you can't learn from your own experiences, therefore, you're not gonna be fair with yourself. at least, keep the good memories (if you have some). but if you rather go beserk and blind yourself from advices of people who really CARE about you, and that YOU KNOW that you could have learned A LOT with them, fine. just scream FUCK YOU as loud as you can, make your choices and don't look back. it's your life and you do whatever you want with it. just try to think a little bit before you act, woman.

(*)

tchágo. says:
"princesinha é a minha bola esquerda, que eh menor que a direita - a rainha"

tchágo. says:
"olha, é o seguinte. eu nao to saindo só com vc. e é assim que é."


tchágo. says:
to canalha. é o melhor life style possível.

(*) eu canso de pensar em colocar títulos em posts inúteis.

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the 3rd of November

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Juro que não to cuspindo no prato que eu comi. Mas que de vez em quando a gente faz aquela cara com o olho esquerdo mais apertado que o direito, fecha a boca e abre os lábios num sorriso invertido e retangular. Tipo "eek!". hahahahah