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Exalt the Lord Almighty, on top of this crappy organ. There's actually a funny story that goes along with this thing. My grandmother had bought it for 200 dollars to give to my family. She lives in Washington. We were visiting her and she gave it to us then. The thing is, the only way we could take it home was to install a hitch on our van and rent a U-Haul trailer. That whole process cost about 500 dollars. It took more than twice the value of the organ to take it home. And now it just sits there in our living room, useless as a block of wood. |
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This is my brother. My grandma was thinking of him when she bought that organ. He's a musician; he plays a lot of things, but his speciality is the bass. That's my bass he's playing there, but he has a much nicer Ken Smith one somewhere around. He just graduated from San Francisco State...and now, with that college degree, he's moved back home with no thoughts of moving out any time soon. Woo hoo for higher education! |
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This is my mom. She is super-christian and wants me to be the same. Last night I came home pretty baked and she said I should go to a rehab clinic or something. Rehab for weed. Psssh! Dumb lady. |
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Check it out. Crackhead on a hand. It's the latest craze. Get a cut on your hand, put a band-aid on it, and draw a crackhead on it. It has to have a hat with a feather though; otherwise, it's not genuine. |
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This is where I get clean. |
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This is where I shit. |
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And this is where I smoke when people are home. Nothing else around my house is all that important... |