Three Words

"Three words" composed

At the short hours, I ask myself, why? Here you go, f* quality standards.

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Once upon a time there lived a yeti crab who lived inside a giant whale's decaying innards decided it was time for the power of dance within his crusty soul, where hidden yearnings had for years languished unrealized, to break free.

So he waved his little yeti crab and called out, "Oh, I am so lonely... please, if you have hidden desires to dance the night away like you just do not have a care for this game because it can be nice without a wee wee, then bless me cuz I am more than a bitch ass sucka, you mutha fucka, how come you don't do this?"

"Do WHAT?" asked the large walrus as he bathed in a tub because of the global warming problem. So the man decided to play touch my little rubber ducky, causing massive head trauma which led to other people looking on in revulsion.

One had a tendency to go and report to the police and they came to the idiot convention to find you reading from a porn magazine of three little white sheep in the mouth of a Inlet of Myroria that led to you, me: badasses that were whooped because we tried to send nukes at them for no particular reason so they had to retreat into the big, famous House of Mystery...