Turds On The Dance Floor, Flinstoning The Barney Out of My Moped & Just How Much This Here Tongan Loves Utah

I went dancing last night. There were turds on the dance floor. Bummer.

On my way home my moped wouldn't go fast enough no matter how hard I flinstoned so I contemplated buying a big fat motorcycle until I realized that it would match my open hoodie with no shirt look I have been rocking ever since I got my six pack.

Speaking of my six pack, it looks really cool with the new scar of the Utah State Capitol I had scarified into my abdomen. Tattoos are for fags, scarification is all Tongan bro, step off and lob me a cooked pig neegs.

Now Heron:

Heron - Stands Braced Before a Mirrored Medicine Cabinet & Milk Producing Faucet In a Banana Strewn Bathroom as The Descent Of Man By Charles Darwin Teeters Precariously Over a Contemplative Blonde Monkey Soaking in The Shitter

BUY THE BOOK OR I WILL TELL YOUR MOM WHAT YOU MADE ME DO.

That's all for now.
Don't get caught comparing the danceable shoe slippiness of turds to traditional saw dust.
Your Eyeroll Inducing Pile of Snore,
Chris Tucker