 You know your habits getting dangerous when you forget that you're battling until you get invited on the Facebook event. You've seen him like twice before but everyone's writing goodbye messages so you think they're outside in short. And it's the equivalent of that every time this fucking guy performs because you put your name on the card when you've got no idea who you're writing for. I thought, I best come through with some great weird play so here it goes, my car will make a game. From here, back to Oxford, sink it down so quick you will smash your coccyx. I have never heard anyone that have noxious. Oh, what's this? That's an Oxford! Meos, the mystical god Meos, that making all his little students jog Meos. That culvers case the year 10s cogs Meos. That doesn't blog Meos but if he blogs Meos he should definitely call his blog blog Meos. That doesn't like the way they treat those cats and dogs Meos. That campaigning for the rights of those dogs Meos. That owns his very own cuddly fucking little fucking dog Meos. Then goes to self-career and gives those dogs a scoff Meos. That might have missed the thog Meos who lures your kids into the woods with a chocolate box. That pretends to be peaceful and don't flop Meos then gets home pistol whips his lady with a glock Meos. I mean... Tony's show for Anthony but his last name's Hamlet so the fact that he randomly adds the D's and a little pamphletty. I'll hook this whole family. His niece body slam Anthony then give his Anthony grand theft auto shit. Rob is whipped, tell him hand the keys. There's children around just get up the car mellow Anthony. I can't believe you thought you could fuck with Pat. I ain't playing no games with you like you button-matched. You want a battle, I'm at your door, I'm in a fucking flat. You ain't even gotta act like an unprepared lumberjack. Man. Took a step that was stupid or a loud pride that was foolish to ruin the barriers that I broke through. I made it clear what I won't do was allow myself to be boxed in due to lack of reception in a phone booth. You are nothing. I said you are nothing but a ghost of the old you. It's so true. You tried living. Collar greens. Fried chicken. All I see is soul food. Leftovers. Leftover. Bagged on the way out in order for me to take out. I hate how easy this is. I'm barely heating up. Why would I beat him up? I'm an evil fuck. They're tied to Carl. Both of his fucking hands and manly do his mother with a note that says, Keep in touch. See, there's a different level of still they see in us. That's why even with the meanest punch, you're barely keeping up. And you won't believe it, but it gets way worse. I mean, way worse. It's amazing the way I can make words take turns eating at him on the inside like tapeworms.