One day back in may, me and little billy, we were out. We were all cutting school. Leaning up against post on the street corner smoking a bowl.
Little billy says to me. He says "Samantha Marie" (That's not my name, but we like to let little billy think it is), He says "Samantha Marie, I thinks that it's about time we gotz our actz together and stop smoking so much damn weed all the time, and dropping Acid on fridays, and getting drunk on saturdays. And start selling weed, smoking crack on fridays, and popping oxys on saturday with some opium smoking. OK?" I says to Little Billy,..wait I never said anything to little billy. I was paranoid and he was scaring me, so I just hit over the head with my skate board and he died right there. So I cut him up, ate his brains, and fed his body to my ferrets.
Yeah, after that me and little billy didn't hang out much more.
All I knows in this world is my aunt died, cats ate her face.
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