I love the pants off of Falside. I've been trying to hear this before anyone else for a fucking week and the asshole has the gall not to answer any of my texts, emails or carrier pigeons. WHAT A DICKBOX!
Regardless of my personal feelings about this coozemoose, I can't fucking wait to light up an ice latte and take a leisurely stroll in my new minivan while the kids watch Bee Movie or Cars 2 and I bump this shit in my earbuds at a respectable volume.
Falside is from Rhode Island, where the state bird is unemployment and their main pasttime in the summer is standing in lines. East Toast is an homage to his rumpley testicles and his familiarity with pre-buttered toast bro bro!
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