it was at this point that spooks realized…
that his taint really does exist. it’s in the heart of every magical bean, the stench of every skunk ape and the anus of every Pearl Harbor co-star.
with great joy he started to holler, “my tain, my taint, my taint is on fire. it don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn.” and so it was on this day that spooks’ taint will be embedded in history. but not to be outdone by his own self he…
ran and ran as fast as he could until he reached an oceanside cliff. He leaped over the edge and found himself floating upon a large grouping of…
ewoks
but they were the fat, stupid ewoks…the outcasts…
…we’re talkin fat, mini-wook lookin, dirty, crusty ‘n’ custy ewoks. Needless to say this would be enough in itself to scare the poor bastard shitless, but upon realizing his nose was nostril deep in the taint of the fattest ugliest custiest ewok of them all, my man was absolutely spooked! All he could do was…
let it ride.
And then came the author of the Western Burrito Conservation Act , only to…
shit on his left hand and eat it while stroking his friends…
earlobe. trying to milk the wax out of his ear to sculpt a bust of…
greg____ getting in the zone with oreos
the crustiest and custiest oreos of them all
No double stuffs here to be sure
when all of a sudden Edmund sprund from the earlobe and crashed into a table where
Bob Weir
had shat on a turtle
The turtle angry at Bob Weir and Greg
Said fuck this shit ima bout to bust a cap in…
Edmund’s ass for not supplying enough oreos for everyone in the room