Roses are red the sky is blue, pats got the beer cans to my face what the fuck you gonna do?
I have a story about life: You have a friend, cheeba, he has a detachable skull that you can smoke herb out of, the herb makes you happy, but you have a moral dilemma...what to do with johns head? Is it better to smoke or to keep his skull attached? This blog is poetry in motion, ill apply coconut lotion. So back to the story. this friend of yours has a baby, unwanted. abort or not abort? pro life or choice? see this story has all the storys and problems of a great story. and then next up is this alien and its like blaaaaaaaaaaah with its spit and then theres this space marine like ka chahchahahchahchchahahcha with the machine gun and its like plehph sploosh sploosh sploosh with the acid blood. and then it goes TRUTH: my anti drug. and the fog clears and michael jackson comes out and goes THRIIIIIIIILLLEEERRRR!!!! and then cue in the proximty mines which blow up in exquisite fashion and spell out FUCK YOU and all the crowd empties out crying......now you tell me what the morale of that story is.
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