^{@NoNamesLeftToUse The Writer/Artist Himself has lost the mind once found but now gone again.}

Please make every attempt to enjoy:

This Post!

^MacShivers

And now:

^Words.

Twas about a month before Christmas,
and all through the house,
not a damn thing was stirring,
because I ran out of clean spoons.

The baboons were watching cartoons about loons so I said, "Hey guys."
Then I got my ass kicked because monkeys don't like to be called, guys.
I offended them.
Now I must spend Christmas, alone.

Throw me a bone to hear me sing that sad song using the wrong tone.
Got thrown out of the bar,
but didn't land far,
from the place where I parked my car.

Hardy-har-har

^{Laughed the man with the biggest frying pan in all the lan-duh.}

Where you going now, Mr Brains?

Well I'm going to ride the trains!

You going to where it rains?

No. I'm going to your mom's house, bitch.

"Screw you," said the tattoo on the carpenters arm when I asked for the time.

I like chickens so much but I eat chickens so much more.

Well whaddayaknow...

There's a headache inside my little toe!

^{I'll name him Joe!}

But now it's time to go.

Time to go home where the buffalo wings roam. To the sky I tells you!

To the sky.

Credits:All art and images seen here were produced digitally, by me.
^{"Why you looking at me like that? This was an 'art post'."}

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