It Wasn't A Dream, chapter 1
Well, my story goes like this.
One fuckin hot summer night I was siting in my washing machine staring at a monkeys ass and the coolest idea came to my mind, playing wicked music. So I graved my guitar and I pretended I was Billie Joe playing at Woodstock, so I say to the audience "Fuck ya all, you suck" the a horrible ktulu jump and reached the stage. I was so scared I shit on my pants but the only thing the ktulu did was offer me something . I coudent say no so we smoked it and got so high we reached the sky, were we found someone called Kurt. He started hiting us with a guitar till we were dead. Some time later I woke up and thougt it was only a dream but it really happened. Now I'm in hell, enjoying the good life, listening to Green Day with de debil himdelf.
One fuckin hot summer night I was siting in my washing machine staring at a monkeys ass and the coolest idea came to my mind, playing wicked music. So I graved my guitar and I pretended I was Billie Joe playing at Woodstock, so I say to the audience "Fuck ya all, you suck" the a horrible ktulu jump and reached the stage. I was so scared I shit on my pants but the only thing the ktulu did was offer me something . I coudent say no so we smoked it and got so high we reached the sky, were we found someone called Kurt. He started hiting us with a guitar till we were dead. Some time later I woke up and thougt it was only a dream but it really happened. Now I'm in hell, enjoying the good life, listening to Green Day with de debil himdelf.
