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Latin Lettuce

I made a lot of money by selling lettuce that was Latin. It gave people the munchies and was sure to fatten. I grew and sold it and got top dollar for my weed. I knew that it was illegal but I was consumed by greed. But a man spotted my Latin lettuce and the fool called the cops. Those stinking lousy pigs came and destroyed my entire crop. Now I'm in rotting in prison and I'm hell bent on escape. The prisoners have lust in their eyes, they're thinking about rape. I don't like the looks that I'm being given by all of these men. Don't ever sell Marijuana or you'll end up in the situation I'm in.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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