Then there was the time when Joyce entered our group of friends.
I remember those days hanging in your back yard shack listening to music getting stoned and playing with you monkey.
Wow. Seems like a million years ago.
Very nice line: It was the mid-seventies, back when the only perfume a girl wore was the scent of marijuana lingering in her hair.
I remember those days hanging in your back yard shack listening to music getting stoned and playing with you monkey.
Wow. Seems like a million years ago.
Very nice line: It was the mid-seventies, back when the only perfume a girl wore was the scent of marijuana lingering in her hair.