not the numeric calendar numbers,
or any of that doo doo.
i mean, like,
what time is it neighbors?
besides awesome o'clock, that is.....
it's sandwich week, duders.
a whole week.
of sandwiches.
in my bellyhole.
and for our mutha-lickin' faces.
word.
you'd better believe it.
on toasted oat nut bread, kids.
and a side of baby cabbage fart bombs...
you'd know 'em as brussels sprouts,
but their alternate name seems more fitting,
since the soy-based bombardment of my insides,
is sure to be fast approaching the outside.
ka-splode, ninjas.
late nights,
good times.
quick and easy;
never quiet, never soft.....
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