Hawaii five oh how tight your tiki dolls fits out back, a greased pic?s roasting up in that open pit spit where spraying hot rocks bury the path and an avalanche scores a touchdown all over that tight end?s lap of luxury, a dribbling drainage ditch that screams ?ca$h only? so pass me a straw I?ll siphon that ol? brady curse via mouth to mouth today?s the day our hamster exchange goes on lawaway wipe it up in your hair or ration a gulp a day, either way s***ty poltergeists becon round two, vowing spit-shined tiki?s going back inside you!