Motherfucker started a fight with Guzzy because Guzzy walked past his pop country guitar playing ass on his fake Aztec blanket and dropped a dollar in the sax case of a dude wrecking some old Commodores song I forgot the name of.
I had just got a soft serve cone, perfect swirled man, like they made it on a machine at Woodhaven Stamping, but melting like it wanted me to fuck it.
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