As a young blade perambulating within the confines of Daytona Beach Florida's somnolent shade,
A town in whom bikers & beach babes shared beer with bubbas, blowhards, bleached out lucky bastards & boneheads,
I would quite often perchance to see, stuck on the back end of a rambling wreck, a VW Bus or a Dodge Van,
a bumper sticker that condensed perennial universal wisdom down to a simple, perceptive linguistic artifact,
where the jokers put the focus on the locus, blotting out the hocus pocus before the man can smoke us.
'ASS, GAS Or GRASS, NOBODY RIDES FOR FREE'.
And with that motif in mind, accompanied by our usual inspired spirit of mirth, mischief & cheek,
We present to you this thematic exercise in dancing with your headspace & chuckling your huckles without bending your buckles back.
From the atmosphere of its good intentions, PLEASE ENJOY !
And we hope that our love, celebration & appreciation of the divine human form does not cause excess palpitation of the mentals, nor gnashing of the dentals.
Sananda Maitreya !