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i was once riding my girrafe when he fell over. this was no good. how was i to get to
Sesami Street without the prisoner I had in protective custody getting shot by
women in pregnancy pants strung out on cheap speed made by mongolian refugees in the shittyest part of town known as the
"Spooky ginger voodoo bread".
"Yum, yum" I said, "spooky Ginger Voodoo Bread, is just what I have been feeling like." What better a way to get totally off your face and
gurning like a good 'un, oh yeah!
