A magenta Hitler stamp with a tinge of lemon zest complements your hair
my favorite prostitute. That’s what I said, but this is what I heard:
You’re an amazing lover,
and I am glad we are together. I was astounded by
her hasty leave.
Lacking a nipple, I find that eating asparagus through my corpus callosum is
moderate to heavy duty difficulty
for a level twenty orca on Everquest. My horns aren’t working on the ice,
and my sanity is on the burner in the back with the ice in the back of the
back burner…
did I just say that? This is what I heard:
”Do you have any batteries…I require them for my friend’s RC car that he just bought for his child.”
Why isn’t anyone telling me what the hell I am saying?
I also have two ways to use my paralyzation beam through my deviated
septum—
who needs two nostrils for maximum power?
I’m a level twenty Orca I tell that bitch in the white coat.
I don’t want more booty juice God dammit! Let’s discuss the 11th dimension,
so I can use my intellectual gizzard—yeah it’s near my spleen,
to break down a bunch of heavy duty apples, like the one that fell on Fig
Newton’s head—
God damn they are covered in a brown crust, and as we all know, brown
rhymes with frown.
They said I used to FUNCTION. I’ll show you a function—
ON A CALCULATOR I found this cool button
that warps time and space into only if I don’t kick them—
one purple pill a day after meals.
