Massive Head Wound Harry

So what might happen if you are drinking Bookers Whiskey, the 125.3 proof elixir from Jim Beam, while in Denver talking about Marion S Barry, Mayor for Life?

You might just ask for grog and the whole Green Day album, but be told, “You need to flip it” when you’re working the camera, or say, “To deflate or inflate the mattress, no worries, the filler is down there.” But be warned, “When are you going to ring my door bell?” might precede “White Stripe’s new ‘Get behind me Satan’ album.”

That or you could just yoga the day away.

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