I wrote a rap about someone with whom I was having dinner. He barfed. It was pink. I love him.
"I saw him chew and then I knew that he would spew. Yes, he threw up - the screw up. Please pardon my jargon, he glarged on his plate. It was too late. I saw the color of his chunder made me wonder what he ate."
Enough about throw up. It's time for me to grow up. And le....
Sorry, I was rapping again.
Speaking of rapping, my favorite rap that I've never been able to stick into a song:
I'm makin' shake 'n' bake 'n' takin' cake in for dessert.
Thankyouthankyou.
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I'm so glad that the asylum still lets you have access to the internet every once in a while. That is nice of them. Take care, dear.
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