Oooo Look, Trash!

Crazed ponies with turnip swollen eyelids, flapping the profanity all over the court; do not speak the truth. Truth be told, an estranged man and his child friend were wandering. I saw it with my peeled eyes. I was looking that way and noticed it. There was a bush and he knelt next to it. That RatChild ran all over the darn place like a spatulated chuppa-chup on fire... he was "normal" challenged. In the any spent times that hideous man of nearly nothing beyond the ordinary and so nearly oblivious to the Brad and Lisa radar, well, he picked up the trash and took a souvenir! That's right, how could you be fooled? Twisting your tongue like a fork on a spoon, I said "he, picked that can up, pulled the ring off and put it in his pocket; pushing that can back into the underbrush." We were in a fit. Giggles and laughter were the only cure. Was that the weirdest thing ever? Wait, there's more. So we thought it was over and that it would be treasured like a memory but he dived in! HE DIVED RIGHT IN THERE! It was so disturbingly disgusting beyond reproach! I still can taste the horror seeping from my scorned eye sockets. In to the bin he did dive; arm....shoulder....HEAD! Fishing for more trash; his beloved souvenirs of his time spent outdoors. It was the weirdest most terrifyingly disturbing thing ever. No, he was not homeless and he was clean like the filthy red eyed man of soap clean stench. It was beyond reproach and that's all there is too it.

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