Lost trunks found. All interested trees submit their claims before 4 Post-Morning.

~"Words are confetti tossed into the bourgeois street by pseudo-intellectuals" - Shrieking Lobster.

I am a sacred bubblegum
wrapped in a white wrapper of corruption
and I like to pop.

I blow, I burst
when I am at my worst
and if I don't have access to water
I'll die of thirst

Eat me, suck me, bite me, chew me vigorously.

Be the whore who enjoys a new member every night, hate me insiduously.

or let your anger overwhelm you
so you could chase me with a spear.

Please don't forget to thank me later!

I satisfied your wish of running in the olympics, in the 100-metre dash event.

I dance naked to the tune of the bumbling piano. I set fire to the tail of an iguana and watched her climb over the wall into a boiling vat of horsepoo. Who was the iguana? of course, you!

They say I'm fictitious, I'm bogus
That's not true.
I really am a sacred bubblegum.

Light the incense stick
cut your nonsense please
quick! I've got the wrong rent lease
Please vent what's long and dickless!

I whistled at the cow while she was regurgitating tasty hay.