Once upon a time there was a woman who lived with cheerleaders and was a whore or so people thought. She was actually a door to door saleswoman that sold prosthetic legs. Her goal in life was to die wealthy and solve the mystery of the lost panties. Her daughter was hit by the panties before they were stolen by King Kong and his band The Velour Fog Experience. The pants were cherished and loved by many. The woman was destraught because she lost her chance to meet King Kong and his rapping girlfriend. Rap music was not as good as Rock in her humble opinion which was fact naturally. The cheerleaders tried consoling her to no avail. She lost her motivation to sell deep fried babies and homemade beer. The beer was Mexican. It tasted like tacos and piss so she knew it was perfect.
Back in the Everglades in the old Smokey Mountians. An alligator set fire to the stolen pants and did a raindance. He danced and danced until MJ gave him some Jesus juice which tasted like Heinekken beer. Plus it excluded babies
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So it goes.
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