Destiny thwarted one weekend when I rocked Uncle Ervil’s psycho clown fire costume in the unreleased 1994 Sony music video “Why” featuring Infectious Grooves. This funk metal moment sealed my fractured fate with one magical day. Mike Muir from Suicidal Tendencies, lip-synched video pop shots flying throughout Sarsippius's dinner scenes. Horny attraction pockets ziplined testosterone focus on a blonde continuity butter angel, not the puppet-themed project Trujillo was pitching me in a borrowed car. Leapfrogging across Venice thrift stores on our cosmic quest for props, my sex-bombed brain failed to comprehend that the chauffeur was legendary bassist Robert Trujillo.
Berthed from mischievous leprechauns near technicolor shadow lands surrounding Honah Lee, Theodore Wallbanger rides mysterious sparkle railcars bursting with crunchy cotton candy clouds dispatched from slippery erotic massage vixens who rage pillow laugh hourly within a splintered transportation module that screams along butterscotch wonder tracks forming vibrations for audiences across Sugar Hill Mountain.
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