I hope we become close friends & I throw you a surprise cookout for your birthday w/ grilled lamb chops & steak, but the lamb chop I make for you isn't cooked through properly & you eat it & get listeria that paralyzes you from the neck down & you're constantly shitting your pants & unable to form complete sentences because you're a brain-dead, incontinent retard from it
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Even signing my autograph’s like writing a slaughter pact
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