/\etor-Gusz

FICTION-CENTRAL, WALTHAMSTOW

|,`slowly crawling to the light`

DRAKEain't MADE SHIT outta this NIGGER:

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxPANTOMIME WAFFLE.

Tip tap, ding dong.

Iendwit a flurrish.

YOUR MORNIN' AIN'T NOT GETTIN FOLGIERS IN YER CUP. BRAH. TIP theaSCALEfer wax-haven car-washes.

COUPONS' COMIN' DIRECT, on yer CRIB mate.

SO?PANTOMIME SEEDY, ain't not but sumptin AWFUL GREEDY;

DESERT PATROLS, blownOUT-----MOTHER-FUCKIN' KHADAFFI:

NOW, OWNIN me own PIPE-dream.

TRANS-CANADA, 101. CANUCKS got larger thaen MAPLE SYRUP aight

FOR FUCKIN/\SHUR

![SEE IF THIS NIGGER CAN MAKE SENSE OUT OF THIS PLEASE)]