WHEN I GROW UP, I WANT TO BE AN ESKIMO ON SPEED

WHEN I GROW UP, I WANT TO BE AN ESKIMO ON SPEED AND LIVE IN ANTARCTICA AND RUN A CROCODILE CAPTIVITY FARM ZOO-ISH PLACE WITH DOLPHINS BUYING CRACK OFF A LITTLE IRISH GIRL EATING COOKIKE DOUGH AND DRIVE A DUNE BUGGY ON EXCTASY. I WANT TO OPEN A SODA FOUNTAINE DINER THAT WILL ONLY GIVE YOU FROZEN ABSINTH ON FIRE WITH SIAMESE TWIN WAITRESSES ON SHROOMS WHO WILL RIDE AROUND ON ROLLER SKATES ON A RAINBOW IN PIKACHU UNIFORMS AND WHO WILL TAKE A DUMP ON YOUR CHEST IF YOU TIP THEM. MAYBE A DANCE CLUB NAMED LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS WITH A COYOTE UGLY BAR DANCERS SNIFFING COCAINE AND STROBE LIGHTS THAT MAKES YOU FUCKED UP LIKE YOUR ON SALVIA AND EMO MUSIC AND PEOPLE DANCING IN CAGES LIKE THEY ATE TOO MUCH CHOCOLATE. AND YOU CAN PLAY THE DRUMS IF YOU WANT WHILE YOU'RE SHOOTING YOURSELF WITH HEROINE.
OH, AND A DISCO BALL THE SIZE OF A CATERPILLAR ON ACID.