

Squished heels on dry rotSquished heels on dry rot. The dust across mites runs rampant like Godzilla in a jew lie, back at the 'ol drive in. The people or the mites? They are all dead. Well, most of them anyway. Thankfully, the survivors stand by their corner shops trading green tea for cement slippers. One size fits all. The funniest of we brothers smashes his face through a pane of glass just for kicks. Face kicks. AnSquished heels on dry rot
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i get to be the first to comment!! I WIN!
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In the end, after the whole catastrophic struggle, he was hit by a runaway bus.
Comedic. It's funny. Death is funny.
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