The Last Day Comes Out, Your High.

When people are like, you know, you can't really judge an edible. They mean, space cakes in amsterdam, it's like tourist trap. This is the edible. When we ate the whole space cake on our last day and stoned out of our minds, just like you iwere like, let's get a massage, me and my girl friend. So this wasn't like a gentleman the night looking for foul play. Wasn't sady. It wasn't shady at all. There's a bauty on every third window, and the restit everywhere. I'v got glass every time that he does the dongik a bird oryou've got a