Friday, May 25, 2012
I’mma little squirrel. I’mma little drunk.
Imma singing a little song about eating acorns… and a chipmunk.
Mmmmmmm mmm chimpmunk.
And while I’m at it, there’s some.. uh… things…
I think my cousin is fat. Too many acorns. I think my cousin is selfish, doesn’t share his acorns. My cousin is mean. Eats all my acorns. My cousin is chubby. Too many acorns… acorns and acornsacornsacorns. My cousin is mad. Thinks he needs more acorns. I’m just gonna say that I’m never ever ever….
OH!! A flying pig!!! (purple sparkly green)
And my cousin. Yeah. He ate my favorite chipmunk.
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