Posted by: larrybrains
Blowing chunks on all the punks is like hauling trunks. Elephants still swing dance, don’t they know the twenty teens is all about trance? The coconuts have a certain way of spraying milk that satisfies the commoners, tell it to the coroners. Chow down folks it’s chow time ding a ling come and get it! The men outside are foreigners choking their coin purse for a chance at a gold trimmed chrome hurse. Have a drink, stay a while, wet your whistle and fall into the bushes. Pour another ham down the old food shoot, the punks will blow chunks on a dude flute. Elephants still swing dance, they where pants made of parachutes. They got trunks like arms. Faking playful mannered occupation, they got arms like trunks. The doctors patience is tested by whiny patients. They got tempered trunks to blow chunks onto the punks.