Wal-Mart Booty Bouncin
I was going at it with a hammer when I noticed the smell. I removed the hair and stacked the muscle tissue on the Oldsmobile. I wrapped the entrails in fiberglass and bit off some fingernail. I put the broken wrist on a chain linked fence and studied a severed fist climbing its way up the bark of a tree. I gathered some wet coat-hangers and threw them into the corner of the room. I lodged a shot glass in my throat and sewed the damaged fingers onto a plastic vagina full of loose change and spare bicycle parts. I bit into a goat-head and rubbed up against a blowtorch. I contemplated sharks and tried sticking a weed inside an open wound. I stapled something to nothing and watched the sprinklers come on.
I realized then that everything I thought I had just said was really what somebody else had just said. Anyway guys, I’d love to keep chatting with you neckbeards.
Unfortunately, I gotta run to the fucking Wal-Mart, RIGHT NOW.
Love
Uncle Wheat Toast
Swellco & Swellco 54239c
Tags: Booty Bounce, Mr. Ghetto, New Orleans, Wal-Mart
