Campin' wit da H.O.O.L.I.E.S.

since kumar is such a pissface he got hooleyed at kammy's and broke this hinge lamp and her parents come runnin downstairs so we got to ditch out. I boosted this one ash tray with a gold coin in it that looks all civil war an shit. so anyhow since we failed with the b-sides, all us looted up and camped up on the hill behind tha oracle's house, all by some oak trees. hoolies and sizzled up dogs was the order of business and we hoboed it to tha gums. tha oracle mad showstopped when he lifted this 50 year-old scotch outta his bag, sayin it was three grand and his dad had plenty more (his dad penny loafs up at Oracle computer whatever, loaded out the b-side, that's why we call him tha oracle). next mornin we all woke up with mad brainworms and couldn't move without pukin so we were eight trick headaches sittin in sleepin bags tryin not to piss ourselves til the pain went away. that's all, shaved ball.