huh?
you're kidding.
...aren't you?
well, you should be.
it's the weekend for warrior woodsmen,
and it's a doo-doo buttery chocolate rain in the sky.
crap-ola.
our last two nights,
and all-together family day,
under the cover of clouds.
boooooooooooo.
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what's that smell?
i blame the cucch.
for what, you ask?
for that extra serving sitting in my fridge,
going bad,
after every single meal.
there's food a-wasting,
and it's all because my number one homeboy,
and notorious snacker/grazer/professional eater,
isn't here to pick up the slack.
i make so much food.
and before you even suggest it,
NO, i can't make any less.
what am i?
an A*-hole?
nope.
i'm a vegan gourmet making family dinnertime treats,
but with one less family mouth to feed.
and it sucks.
see a need, fill a need.
i need a wingman to munch up his share of the eats.
where you at?
***********
hey-o!
there's a whole holy heckuva lot of good times over here.
in the woods,
in the rain,
with my main ninjas,
and doo-doo-that duders.
tonight's the night,
just like every night.
return of the jedi?
yes.
indeed;
never quiet, never soft.....
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