this slippy slugger writes in blue n the pitchers greased up fastball just friggin slipped on through
the hole in my bat. n the emblem on my hat shows that although i got a crew i am my own team.
the n'hampsha truffulas....
we' wicked fackin smaaaht aint we doooode.....
especially after that incident in alaska when i was workin the handy man jack n let go of the handle by accident n got clacked smack dab in the noodle it was a smashing hit. n im still paying for it
hey at least i have an excuse what up with the rest of the world??!!??
speaking of excuses i have the ultimate one ive never heard better:
i was conceived on a mushroom trip.
& believe me i use it.
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