WHEN THE MARY JANE IS BEING PASTED AROUND, THE HOT SHOWER IS RUNNING, THE SMELL OF REGS IS ALL IN THE AIR. YOU CAN'T REALLY SEE, BUT WHO CARES. WHAT IS THERE TO SEE ANYWAY. THE SWEAT ON YOUR BROW STARTS TO DRIP, BUT THE THIRST FOR THE DIZZY TIZZY JUST WONT LET YOU LEAVE, OH SWEET MARY JANE!
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