I was walking down empire blvd 2day when 2 hoodlums started 2 mess with me
I think one of them was named bong weasel or something
the other one I can only refer to as
owenamus
his long flowing sideburns
his perfectly burnt mocassins
his breath hinting of swirls upon swirls of 'tangy mayonaise and sweaty lunch meat'
sure
they tackled me to the cold cold pavement, beating me repeatedly, the scent of ravenous lust/hunger wafting through the air and into my ears and mouth
bong weasel started talking nonsense wordz, talking over and over and over again about absolutely irrelevant subjects
back frum the grave
homoerotic conotations seep from the weasels every pour
every
p
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they stole away in a large beige van
I hope 2 c owenamus once more
once again
my friend
the end
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