Strange dreams
Not often you see an oompah-loompah in lederhosen, riding an ostrich and singing the Catalina Magdalena Hoopensteiner song.
Maybe I oughta lay off the stuffed mushrooms before bedtime.
Not often you see an oompah-loompah in lederhosen, riding an ostrich and singing the Catalina Magdalena Hoopensteiner song.
Maybe I oughta lay off the stuffed mushrooms before bedtime.
Maybe it was the type of mushrooms; you didn’t pick those yourself, did you?
Well, they were right there in the front yard, growing on a pile of dog crap. That’s ok, right?
The pinkish ones on a cow pie are better for nightvision.
Way back when… I won’t say what year, but I was down South of here.
Had some shroom tea, and ran my ass off through the jungle one night, for about seven hours without even thinking about slowing down.
My entire left side was numb… It was an experience.
Forgot to mention, I could see under the canopy – in pitch black; like it was day time.