Attention drug users. We've lost our lease, and everything must go. We've got meth in crystal and peanut butter form. We've got heroin, both china white and mexican black tar. And we've got coke...coming out of our noses! We're up to our eyeballs in the stuff. Plus, every kilo of the hard stuff nets you a kilo of greenery, and we ain't talkin' dirt weed here.
That's right, we've lost our lease, and everything must go. This Sunday, Sunday, Sunday. Bring the kids, we've got clowns and ponies for them (and a few Micky Mouse stamps). It's Freak City, as we're moving everything from teeners to kilos. Special 15% discount on all merch, and 20% on all eightballs. Plus we'll have pizzza (mushroom, natch) and hot dogs (no really, just hot dogs), so bring your appetite...or don't, and we'll light you up a Michael Phelps-sized bong hit that'll find it for you.
Bring the kids, bring grandma, just bring everyone but your probation officers and law enforcement. Crazy Dan can't carry all of this **** with him, so it's priced to sell.
(exit 164 off of highway 61. Just look for the Burgerama and the big, freaky clown outside of that--it's OK, you're not tripping yet--and take the second left...we're in the dilapidated house on the right, with blacked out windows and police tape around the house)
