Got a light?
With evry disregard to a warning label boldly placed on the side of death sticks wrapped in paper and tightly packed with cancerous pleasure, I think I have acheived an apealing voice that one might think I chose to gargle gravel on a daily basis. Should I reflect back to the sixth grade, and be happy to receive a gold star because I sound like the Hollywood jewish grandmother from Brooklyn New York in half the time and without the complexion of the desert?
"Danny Legend"
