That’s a state job. Smell like money. Thought you was an OPP. You been in the slave game a minute. Smells like tainted water. The train is also itself a ghost. Onward Christian soldiers guy. Bathroom looks like a god damn Newport. Hooked on the look. Chopping good hands off workers.

Everybody’s got heelies. Selfish artist. Get to Tokyo somehow. Some shit, idk. Bad kid uses hyper potion. It couldn’t be him. Lauren Boebert hmu. The metaphorical bagel.

Gettin juiced. Six degrees of Kevin Bacon Hitler. They get so excited the back of their head opens up. I said the words harder than anybody else. She’s a trad wife. Trickle-Down Day. Citrus extravaganza. Making the cards fight.

All your providences. Stolen juggalo valor. Then you get in line. They take care of the mice. Get these YBCs outta the bodegas. He’s steaming. It’s got more sides. It’s gunna be one state. That how we know she ready.

Paint stripper. Cmon Hamlin choke him! Monster truck Muslims. She was measuring skulls. I’ll get a new son. The dankest uniforms. It’s a frame. Shoes for Jews.

Face the wall. Who can sleep longer. Looks like a real old big kid. I would not fix it. Don't touch my phone. I seek power Corey. I wanna get a job, and just quit it. N.Y.G.T.O.W. If I believed in nerve endings. Higher octane cigarette. This middle school is going to shit.

Hives from all the lying. Why is it just water outside? I dunno what you think these jobs are paying. Come on cyberpunk Santa. You just told me three stories about crackheads. We got $900 between the two of us. Write in Mayor McCheese. I’m gunna be like Wesley Snipes. It’s like my lunch break tho. Push carts & turn down manager jobs. Meerkat mode. Boil hamburger meat.

Put the cart before the horse. Incase I need to send one later. Cuz it looks like two dicks. I’m just comfortable here. Gaining dyslexia. I’m Lebronze James. That’s my new product. Jump on it and break your back.

Start sucking on their arm for flavor. Hop out shootin. That part. Now you need it. Fuck Texas. Anything more would be ridiculous. Put on that Toby Keith song! I’m cold, you know what I mean? Counting money while driving. Nick Fuentes’ slur guy.

Pairs well with a Frito pie. Nah I don’t think I will. River sharks. I don’t know that ‘giner. I’m probably going to get it again. Pepsi’s like a Mario mushroom. It’s a nine out of eleven. He’s got a flight to catch. Idk how these numbers work. If only I had more pre work beers. Until it sets itself on fire. My kids like Dino nuggets.