Story #93

In other words, sir: You're moby dick. Your bacons are barbed and need a rest. Everything from the upper up is fucked. Minces are streaming ari sized bunnies and your toes is leaking almond fulls of mucus. Yes, that loaf of yours has seen better days, it's almost as bad as those metrics you suffer from. My recommendation? Head over to the bathtub and place a supersonic in your germans. Forget about your corn in the daft, take a vacation in Poor man's Gruel and write your life a new morning. What, are you mutt and jeff? Move it! Okay, taters.