Two Italian Uncles Getting down with the sickness to the Beat
2017 January 2
(Courtesy o’ John Jacob Whistleford, the Plot Generator) Bubsy Bubs was thinking about Pepsi Cola again. Pepsi was a piratical clutter with big in the grits spleen and skimpy phantom leg. Bubsy walked over to the window and reflected on his pumpkin-colored surroundings. He had always hated dank my face with its warm, watery whirlpools. […]
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