hard pounding.

my duder vido took his lumps,
and he took those lumps like a trooper.
hours of execution,
piles of poked holes,
and one swollen turtled-up neck.
oh,
and the result?
a werewolfen gentleman on the side of his head-stem.
yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
check the teleport, my ninjas:

ouch.
howlin' and prowlin'.....
now that's some full-moon appropriate action.
neighbors,
once in a while,
i still doo-doo that freaky sh!t.
i blame it on our regional sports team
totally sh!tting the bed last night.
the collective misery of the meathead meat-tards
who hoped for buffalo-wing-fueled victory,
but instead sucked a bowlful of super sh!t salad,
stimulated some secret universal hottness,
for mine and vido's faces.
that's a thing.
their loss was our gain.
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i may actually get a day off tomorrow.
then again, we'll have to wait and see-
i mean,
my homeboy came up all the way from
the lone star skyline for some albie rock jauns....
the lunar berserker battle-beast barbarian brutality
is taking over my whole scene.
and my hands hurt almost as much as that dudes neck.
for real.
we're repping that full moon, son;
never quiet, never soft.....