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Sep 18
The streets were consumed with panic
The fumes were rancid, puke was rampant
I pooped my pants and almost doomed the planet
The stench of the crap messed up the map
Cut Earth’s census in half
The military only offered a deal to spare me
For the skill to bury after I eat a meal with dairy
Written by
Fuzz Butthead
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