
We're really gonna need all our PRIMO Rockstar Dolls to step up, espesh if you've been under a Fragal Rock or sippin' on some watered-down bullshit laced with "country" "rap" "trance" or whatever the hell Whitney had wrapped up in those $1000 blunts while she listened to "gospel" and talked to God. The time is NOW - for her too (eh), but today's sermon was prepared especially for YOU! Now, we're not judging... we don't really care if you spent your summer sunnin' in the Hamptons, St. Tropez, or on the stoop with our crazy Aunt Sheila, Uncle Pooky and Play-Cousin Ray-Ray...
Hold our Hand & Rock with one of the
DOPEST MUSIC-MAGICIANS of the YEAR!

