The story of why I never wash my hands.
Theres this boulder, and the miners had a party after they made it into gravel. Needless to say the party was a murly affair. And there was these two twins, 4 people total- a boy and a girl twin and another boy and a girl twin set and the one twin boy was dating the one twin girl and the other twin girl just broke up with the other twin boy. Needless (needles) to say my friend, Art Chuck, fucked both those girls while the two men who looked exactly like those 2 women he was fucking watched. Art Chuck had a physical threeway while having an emotional threestare. And they were watching Scrubs in the background, so thats like a 9 way. Anyway, afterwards Art Chuck and most of the twins (the two boys and the one girl who didn't get glass in her stink) made spaghetti dreadlocks and passed them out to everyone at the party to thank them for giving them erections. But they didn't wash their hands and the dreadlocks gave everyone the 'ice tounge' and people puked a freezing puke. And thats funny... so now I don't wash my hands. Cuz that's funny. AND TWIIIINS.
Meanest Orchard has these lyrics on their bathroom's sink mirror: Everybody's Libido
The best kind of cones are: edible and fit there
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