Hey babies, towel, hog hog towel with jam band ma'am. Get up on the roof. Inside. Inside. Dog dial rough stuff to mantis panties. Jump, jump, jump. No eggs.
Muff unit stank a doughnut for peace triple. Bulk popping? Yeah I pop a bulk. Pop that bulk on Dixie time. Should a cape ding a bunk for real? For real. Serpent moves into monkey moves. We got this, wizard bro.
It is insane these tucked babies. So tucked. So babies.
Sly gambino eggs a nook. Princess Porker ducks. She ducks. He ducks. Great.
Fart moves. More fart moves. Another serpent move.
Upside down letter M.
Garbage mom dines in style. Hello Tiesto, thanks for dog dial.
Babies tucked in a towel. Jump, jump, jump. My head is a baby.
Open a door go inside an egg. Hog hog egg babies. Sun J J J forward.
Grampcias. Helicopter moves.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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