Baby_Manson_Jr
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Now i am gonna tell you a story, dig, and you follow:
Once I had a friend named Lenny. He was a rat that lived in the junkyard next to me. Anyways, he was my only friend. Me n' Lenny would eat cheese and smoke Cheba and sometimes we'd split a magick mushroom between us. I could hear Lenny talk to me on the 'shrooms.
Anyways, one day me and Lenny were eating some cheddar, and some assholes came over and shot Lenny with a pellet gun. Dig it, they killed him. So I got my mother's meat cleaver and busted them in the head . I then let the other rats in the junkyard devour the body.
What's the moral of the story. Share, man. Be kind to 10 pound rats and like, don't hurt them or I might have to bust a cap in you.
Once I had a friend named Lenny. He was a rat that lived in the junkyard next to me. Anyways, he was my only friend. Me n' Lenny would eat cheese and smoke Cheba and sometimes we'd split a magick mushroom between us. I could hear Lenny talk to me on the 'shrooms.
Anyways, one day me and Lenny were eating some cheddar, and some assholes came over and shot Lenny with a pellet gun. Dig it, they killed him. So I got my mother's meat cleaver and busted them in the head . I then let the other rats in the junkyard devour the body.
What's the moral of the story. Share, man. Be kind to 10 pound rats and like, don't hurt them or I might have to bust a cap in you.
