yunk nation

Sweet sugary adversaries are perfect for the munching, with a hankering for confectionaries me fists are hungry for punching. I weave my cotton candy web and you fall into my trap, procure my bib and dessert fork, so I may begin to snack. Should I crunch him now? Or should I savor every lick? I could punish him slowly or dip and sprinkle him quick. First I'll gingerly ginger snap his candy coated pretzel arms in half, then I'll buttery pop gum drops smack him to the chocolaty canvas with a slap.
In the marshmallow ring the ropes look like Twizzlers, body shots to my jelly belly merely give me a Snicker! Crooked cups of candy cane, sugar plums galore, the candy man with sour patch fists will knock you clean to the floor. I'll pumpkin crumb cream crunch punch his powder donut head until the juniper belly jelly jam comes tumble bumble squeezing out of his neck.

REVENGE

the yunkyard

You, me, gas station. What are we having for dinner? Sushi, of course. Uh Oh, there was a roofie inside of our gas station sushi! We blackout and wake up in the sewer, surrounded by fish! Horny fish! You know what that means! Fish orgy! The stench draws in a bear. What do we do? We’re gonna fight it. Bear fight? Bare handed? Bare naked? Oh, yes please. We befriend the bear after we beat it in a brawl, then we ride it into a Chuck E' Cheese. Dance Dance Revolution. Revolution? Overthrow the government? Uh, I think so! Next thing you know I’m reincarnated as Jesus Christ, then I turn into a jet fly into the sun. Black out again, wake up, do a bump, WHITEOUT, which I didn’t know you could do. Then I smoked a joint, GREENED OUT, then I turned into the sun uh oh looks like the meth is kicking in deeugh beeugh hibiduh hibuh uuh uh ah uh aaah uh aaah aaaah AAAA

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