Hookahville was the shizzle for rizzle. I had three good neigh-boars, a half basically of bubble and lemon, a tribal 10 strip, two blue supermen, and alot-a molly. Then there was the beer, the lights, the people running around obliviously locked up in their own minds, the blatant sexual acts of the tent next to our van, the blatant sexual acts of
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