When I was 16, we used to smoke the grass with a hippie chick named Tess. Everyone told me her last name was Tickles! Young, naive and blond, I believed them, afterall, why would friends lie! Anyway, Tess never wore shoes, in fact I think she was probably one of those "all naturale" type of gals. Every time she would come home, she would kick her dirty, rotten feet onto the table. (This is a "re-enactment" of what they looked like...flashback!) Imagine sitting on the floor, bong in hand, soaring high up in the sky, and turning your cute little head directly in the path of these suckers!!! AAAHHH! I told you it was useless! The song is a fav of mine though! Talk about flashbacks ! Enjoy!
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