RATS ON THE WESTSIDE, BED BUGS UP YOUR NOSE?
While I wish I was a clever-enough sick fuck to have made this one up, alas that's not the case. Because Keith Richards is the place where fiction goes to die. This one's true: Keif snorted dear ole' Dad and found it gave him true drug satisfaction.
There must be a joke in here about making a dead man cum, but I'm not gonna be the one to do it.