It's was 3:06 P.A.T. (Proper American Time) and everybody who was “in on it” were at Burger King washing their rectums. by 𝗦𝘂𝘇𝘆 𝗕𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝘆

Dec 2017

It's was 3:06 P.A.T. (Proper American Time) and everybody who was “in on it” were at Burger King washing their rectums.

I stood beneath the McDonald's sign, eating a bucket of McCow Eyeballs, when it began to snow an amber, acidical rain. I reached for a tomahawk but an Indian had stolen it.

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𝗦𝘂𝘇𝘆 𝗕𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝘆

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