Begetting Bugs and Burnouts
Well this is a continuation to concerning corn and cowboys. Aside from my perpetual oogling of aformentioned cowboy, i did meet several fabulous druggies. There was one chick, dunno her name, but she traveled all over the world and had persian carpets and afgahn robes and kafgans from uzbeckistan and i hearted her. i went in and she started talking to me about corn and how "all the beasts eat corn how you could probly subsist solely on corn" then an abercrombie whore walked in with her louis vuitton bag and the woman screamed "GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" the girl's eyes grew wide in fear and she turned and fled promptly. the woman then turned to me as though her outburst hadn't happened and resumed conversation. I also met a man who made skirts and blouses of hemp. hemp is part of the marijuana plant FYI and he sat there amongst his weed clothes and then disappeared for a while. i saw him sitting in his car looking shall we say dazed and confused. and then when he returned to his lawn chair he sported a lime green hemp hat with white flowers on it and gripped the sides of his chair with an amazingly thrilled look upon his face. "mommy look that man was smoking a skirt"
Now begetting bugs. I went on a bug genocide. my daddy let bugs into our tent and i dove in after them with voracious enthusiasm. I hermetically sealed meself inside me tent and aided by my copy of on the road, accompanied by several nasaly screams i squeeshed every last one. i then told mi padre to get in the tent as quickly as humanly possible. silly daddy after inside fumbled with the zipper for about a minute and a half before i body checked him out of the way and tore the zipper shut. i then went on another killing spree with the aid of jack kerouac and squeeshed any and all remaining bugs. however some managed to stow away in my hair brush...a little gift for me when i returned home.
THE END!
Now begetting bugs. I went on a bug genocide. my daddy let bugs into our tent and i dove in after them with voracious enthusiasm. I hermetically sealed meself inside me tent and aided by my copy of on the road, accompanied by several nasaly screams i squeeshed every last one. i then told mi padre to get in the tent as quickly as humanly possible. silly daddy after inside fumbled with the zipper for about a minute and a half before i body checked him out of the way and tore the zipper shut. i then went on another killing spree with the aid of jack kerouac and squeeshed any and all remaining bugs. however some managed to stow away in my hair brush...a little gift for me when i returned home.
THE END!