Whiskey And Whiskers

Color coordinated crocs are not cool Gator. Don't let them know about the giant trees. Gobbling all the sausages and meat up in here.

We got a whole different cast, and Big Rawb is making them pre-dick-tions. I'm not even being sartastic, we're talking sharks, aliens, illuminati... drink the strong whiskey and tune in.

Beaches be vacationing. We're talking about forward deployed tactical wolf airdrops eatin mooses and lab grown chicken. also 2Pac was there.

Phoning this one in from the past... to the future. Tits, and Geography. Educate yurself.

AI robots dont take hammers to gunfights. We're sipping beeschurger water through hotdog straws and driving forklifts to the coliseum.

If you're gonna raw-dog hot-dogs, you gotta be prepared to chew through the butt-hole. If a chef tries to steal your meth, just poke it with a stick. Remember, Peanut butter and jelly cums in bags.

Feral Gator is ridin that submarine fleshlight to the titanic with the dolphins. theres a  Russian Coup that is gonna take over the Red Lobsters. This is about to get serious.

We all live in a yellow submersible, mate. Where's me belt?

Alien frat bros in Vegas are using Chap GT to make a new Indiana Jones movie. 

After ordering "Pay when you die" deer chops from Canada, we ban bans of all cookbooks that detail our afterlife pizza party. We got apple vision, and rented a microwave for time-travel.