Most folks eventually grow to love their own body odor too much.
Sure, they have no idea this is going on on account of wallowing
so long in their own stanky stank stank but nevertheless,
for a sheep to stay in harbor is bad news and all of
us, no matter how clear our throats may be
must bugle our intentions into the next
sinus area. And then the next and
how ever many fucking sinus
areas there are, and there
are plenty, we will signal
those sons-o-pupsters that they have peesed off the wrong pepple.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
YESSS!!! Two ons together.
That means something!
Writing for ones is not good.
I don’t feel good about it.
Too to I can handle.