Oppositely, dimes and twenties of cocaine were available conservatively at every third bodega you passed.
Stir with a spoon until the sugar is entirely dissolved, with none left on the bottom.
Tawna, you know the same shiz is going to happen again and again with that crazy man.
Which do you think will make sweeter lemonade—sugar or an artificial sweetener? Humans are only blood donors to you.
Peruse this Los Angeles Times article from July 25, 1969.
Coke dealers relentlessly stalking me and selling me their kerosene smelly baggies of paranoia is one of the reasons I don't drink anymore.
Massaro surfed every day from 10 am until around 4 pm.
I feel guilty saying this since the man lost his life over his foolishness but good lord.