Once upon a time, A-Corn walked into a bar room. Ouch! There she got that tattoo of Macnuts. Just the name, across her forehead. It was painful. But she loved it. It was the best thing she ever did, She even had hearts added to her soft bosom and painted with bright neon lights. . . Noon lights, I mean moon lights, like Graham's full moon but crack. . . Who's Graham?! He must have a deep crack. Cavernous! You could sink ships in it and hide in it. It's warm there. That's where I park my van, by the river and rub my balls. And think of her and him lying on the grass, listening to Bob Dylan.
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