Wot About a Big Slamac 1
Hey little brother,
I’m still waiting to be
served, so I thought I’d
make you a Big Mac so you can
eat my words. I know losing weight
is hard especially for you , I
guess that seafood diet your on ,
you didn’t really think it through.
Seeing food doesn’t mean you can
eat it, sort of defeats the
point, but I can understand
brother, cause you get the
munchies after a joint.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
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