MangyKid Ver.4.3
Champion!
Yes, many a time I have, in a trance, put pen to paper and let the good funk flow. These splendous writings have been kept secret, stashed deep in the nearly endless depths of the "pimp" drawer, until now. I now consign them to the interwebverse, for the perusal of all. Let's start with something tasty.
Maybe, Maybe not:
A Tale of indecision. Or hesitation. Maybe both.
Once there was a guy that did something, but he wasn’t sure if it was right or wrong. At first he thought it was, but he wasn’t sure. Then he started leaning toward the notion that what he did was wrong. But regardless of whether it was wrong or right, millions of people had died from his actions. Or perhaps nobody died, it could go either way really. I’m not sure.
But when he wrapped his lips around that triple-decker cheeseburger with bacon and olives, man, everything was right. Or maybe everything was wrong. Well, he wasn’t hungry anymore, so that’s good. Unless his hunger was helping to feed starving children somehow, in which case maybe it wasn’t so good. Regardless, he chomped that bad boy down and then got another one, then another one, and another, and he just kept eating until his girth could no longer exit through the doors of that fine burger franchise, and he had to pay to have a new reinforced 5-foot-wide steel doors installed. But while they were being put in, he ate some more. He was screwed.
Not really though. Well, maybe he was kinda screwed. But it doesn’t matter because a person by the name of Billy the Bugboy was coming into the restaurant at that very time, and ordered the Mega Whopping Super Funk Burger, which required the use of a black hole to be made, as no human force could compress the grease into the substantial patty that is known as “The Heart Clogger 2.”
The Heart Clogger 1 never existed, the patty was given the 2 simply so it would seem more intimidating. It didn’t really work. Unless it did, I don’t really know. One thing I do know is that Billy the Bugboy died a horrible, fatty death. The End.
Maybe, Maybe not:
A Tale of indecision. Or hesitation. Maybe both.
Once there was a guy that did something, but he wasn’t sure if it was right or wrong. At first he thought it was, but he wasn’t sure. Then he started leaning toward the notion that what he did was wrong. But regardless of whether it was wrong or right, millions of people had died from his actions. Or perhaps nobody died, it could go either way really. I’m not sure.
But when he wrapped his lips around that triple-decker cheeseburger with bacon and olives, man, everything was right. Or maybe everything was wrong. Well, he wasn’t hungry anymore, so that’s good. Unless his hunger was helping to feed starving children somehow, in which case maybe it wasn’t so good. Regardless, he chomped that bad boy down and then got another one, then another one, and another, and he just kept eating until his girth could no longer exit through the doors of that fine burger franchise, and he had to pay to have a new reinforced 5-foot-wide steel doors installed. But while they were being put in, he ate some more. He was screwed.
Not really though. Well, maybe he was kinda screwed. But it doesn’t matter because a person by the name of Billy the Bugboy was coming into the restaurant at that very time, and ordered the Mega Whopping Super Funk Burger, which required the use of a black hole to be made, as no human force could compress the grease into the substantial patty that is known as “The Heart Clogger 2.”
The Heart Clogger 1 never existed, the patty was given the 2 simply so it would seem more intimidating. It didn’t really work. Unless it did, I don’t really know. One thing I do know is that Billy the Bugboy died a horrible, fatty death. The End.