Today we visited our birthplace, a lyrical pit of fire located at the center of the Me-niverse. It was awe-crunching. We ate Dibbs and laughed about the sun and sang until giggles overcame us. It was a windy day, and we had trouble lighting our barbecue.
We make rap.
none of this happened
ReplyDeletecrim was (as usual) finger-in-ass drunk. He doesn't remember it, but he cried when the gas station didn't have crunchy dibbs. And he totally wrecked my barbecue because he used the wrong kind of liter fluid. Pretty much we make him wear a thorny diaper everyday to remind him not to shit himself.
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