HaloDog69: Oh you know Batman is all over this fine bitch.
Drewfus: I'll teach that bitch to screw with Two-Face.
HaloDog69: Right? I'll make that bitch meow.
Drewfus: I want to hold this bitch down and damage her butt.
HaloDog69: Call an ambulance for that bitch's ass.
HaloDog69: Beep boop beep. 9-1-1 what is your emergency? Yo, yeah, I straight destroyed this bitch's fine ass like a Riddler bomb.
Drewfus: I want to kill this bitch and use her dead body for sex reasons.
HaloDog69: Too far, bro. Too far.
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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