Saturday, July 25, 2026

"What's it look like boobula?"

  "Like, like, darnit ya know I suck at poetry." 
  "Like what?" 
  "LIKE SHAMU POOPED." 

  The wind gust clipped the tiny car TV and the man would've gone off the cliff too but for being tied to the others. 


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