Listen, fat! Back in '52. CornPop and I, we were in a street brawl. That's street talk for a fight that happens in the street. A street is something a car drives on like on the hit television program Car 54. That Fred Gwynn, heh.
CornPop. He was a bad dude. Like a predator but with almost... super powers. Some might say a Super Predator, but back then we didn't cage wild animals. NO! We let them roam free in their natural habitat. CornPop had a younger brother, Cornmeal. 'Meal would hang out with 6 portly fellas and were referred to as Meal Team 6. Meal Team 6 were so hard, a cat couldn't scratch em!
Cornpop had a falling out with his brother over a bad batch of left handed cigarettes found to be filled with Italian spices. It cooked Cornmeal from the inside out! He blamed CornPop.CornPop said to me, hey listen Leg Hair, I know we've had our differences in the past at the pool, but I need your help here. You and me, we can work together and fix the streets! Your soft white complexion and my musky blackness can mix things up. Yknow. Like gravy. Is it white or brown? Doesn't matter, it's delicious on biscuits. And we swim in it. Like seals.
Get it? Gravy Seals, Jack!
Anyhow, we met with Meal Team 6 and the boys were ready for a real fisticuffs showdown . I stepped out of my fathers Studebaker and said, hey listen, dark friends! Drugs are bad, sure, but so is violence.
And we had a brawl in the street. But it wasn't with our fists. It was with our words. And words are what I'm saying now. Hey! And that's why its time to pull out of Afghanistan and stop fighting terrorists with our fists and start drone striking our enemies with our words. Because that's America.
Listen, fat! Back in '52. CornPop and I, we were in a street brawl. That's street talk for a fight that happens in the street. A street is something a car drives on like on the hit television program Car 54. That Fred Gwynn, heh.
CornPop. He was a bad dude. Like a predator but with almost... super powers. Some might say a Super Predator, but back then we didn't cage wild animals. NO! We let them roam free in their natural habitat. CornPop had a younger brother, Cornmeal. 'Meal would hang out with 6 portly fellas and were referred to as Meal Team 6. Meal Team 6 were so hard, a cat couldn't scratch em!
Cornpop had a falling out with his brother over a bad batch of left handed cigarettes found to be filled with Italian spices. It cooked Cornmeal from the inside out! He blamed CornPop.CornPop said to me, hey listen Leg Hair, I know we've had our differences in the past at the pool, but I need your help here. You and me, we can work together and fix the streets! Your soft white complexion and my musky blackness can mix things up. Yknow. Like gravy. Is it white or brown? Doesn't matter, it's delicious on biscuits. And we swim in it. Like seals.
Get it? Gravy Seals, Jack!
Anyhow, we met with Meal Team 6 and the boys were ready for a real fisticuffs showdown . I stepped out of my fathers Studebaker and said, hey listen, dark friends! Drugs are bad, sure, but so is violence.
And we had a brawl in the street. But it wasn't with our fists. It was with our words. And words are what I'm saying now. Hey! And that's why its time to pull out of Afghanistan and stop fighting terrorists with our fists and start drone striking our enemies with our words. Because that's America.
America's back!
I am begging you to post this to the subreddit, no balls.
-7DeadlyFetishes
And self-doxx? Nice try, FBI