that's what i think i'm gettin' a good ol' grabhand full of.
rabbit,
rabbit.
and in two more days?
you know it.
it's year of the rabbit.
mantras, mandalas, calendars, and anniversaries.
dang.
dates and dates and dates and dates....
rabbit, rabbit, groundhog, rabbit.
it's a menagerie of semi-rodentate mammals, my ninjas.
and,
like the bone thugs told us-
it's the first of the month.
so grab yo' checks, duders,
and come on.
and while you're at it,
put away those guitars,
and break out the drums, y'all.
B.H.M. is what's up.
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so, if you live anywhere west of california,
you're probably getting snowed on.
there's that good luck, huh?
yeah. sure it is.
what do barbarian snow-bunnies do in the
abominable blizzardly wizardly winter sky duel doo-doo butter?
they spit out a bitter bit of hot hot fire.
that's correct, mutha-b!tches-
combustion is a must when the going gets tougher than usual.
and it's beyond tough, too.
frozen tundra-type hardness,
and ice-cold shoulders in so many ways.
therefore,
i give you the heated-up hardwood....
for your face:
c'mon.
it got better and better, too.
fire has been known to get busy like that.
check it out:
and haunted like smoke and magic.
we may be buried under an apocalyptic avalanche of arctic awfulness,
but inside, where it counts,
it's all orcs and isengard, duders.
fiery forges,
brutal bellows,
and barbarian battle-beast blazes.
inside these bones,
there is molten marrow.
white-hot folk life flurries,
with a 100% chance of dope.
recognize;
never quiet, never soft.....
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