Super Weekend Slurry
I was sitting down minding my own business… When my bowels became restless did fidget. A trump did sound… a …
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Funky Town
So fresh and so clean but that’s about to change… Because I’m about to make the chocolate rain. Storm clouds …
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The Raging Storm
My eye of brown began to weep, as a toxic gas began to seep. Something has made my coight quite …
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