It's early in the morning, all the green grass pickles grew up high and shackles of the dead begin to fly out of the distant skeletal remains of a pizza. I cried for there was no juice in the fridge, I cried for there was no honey bun to eat. I gave up the religion of hallucinated honey and joined a new found religion of peace called willy Wacker. My bagel knocked on the door and said hello give me a soda. I said no now go the pickle was so extremes that it was fragrance of sweet honey butter chicken. It crawled down the steps and held hostage a turd burglar. I was satisfied with my arm n hammer washing powder. But that's when the rich man took my bagel and I was arrested for Jermaine depree disease.
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sugar coated baby mama part 1
Humorthe story is about a fried biscuit egg omelet crying for victory and its pizza bagel egg sausage was also sad. Give me a break for you to be a window shopper and need some gino bombino disco rockers. That's when a pickle gets shot while crossing the...
