This ain’t the boondocks saints, boy. You can give greeby but it don’t stank til it told off by the crank willaker do scooter as a hovering delight. But that is as ot cracks. Lengwise and longly, at least. Yet it is as all it can wasn’t to being, so, smell you later, chumpinator!

I have never said the word fries before in my life

You know it be what it do when it doesn’t, dog, you just don’t know how it be as it do and does what it was to be; teleogy, obviously.

I never even parked in my own ass before but that which it do does catch itself on the this that were the curve we in the side of the streetwards like as it goes so you speed into it and then it goes not forward byt back, obviously.

I hated that shit. That way the goes no goes where it go.

My handler in the CIA taught me how to do graffiti. I think now that was his way of setting me up. God damn Illuminati! Can’t even masturbate in your window anymore without getting roped into serving the greater good of the police state, amirite guys? Everyone understands these normative references I make, yea?