Hungry Hungry Killer Hippos By Josh Martin
My name is Hungry Howie and I want to eat your flesh. I bet it tastes like deer, and I'll pay you straight with cash. I just ate you brother and now I'm on to your mother. But since she stinks, I'll skip over the ass. I know that sounds sick, and maybe demented. But it's worse when I take a dead baby, and eat it after it has fermented. Goddamn that sounds great, a dead baby sandwich. I think I'll have one for dinner, along with some manwich. (this is not finished yet)