New Hip's Hop: What "words" is

The doughnut. A feat of modern engineering in it's own right, sure, but what's more is the figure of it's being! How can one find a more perfectly designed object to be placed over a spoke or ladder leg perhaps! Why is the question I'm sure you're all asking; why should that be the qualification for the most perfectly figured of all foods? Why not perhaps the food most similar to a perfect cone? Or some other quality, whiche'r you like! Don't be picky, Picky! Well why the heavens not I say! Understand it. Be it. Now, move on!

The dearest issue to our heart here at Primo Kebab: Insanity's Only Cure is none other than the indoctrination of thought! Thought with all it's meanings and concepts! Thought, the only reason for thinking! Thought the thing you're thinking about right now! Thought thought thought thought tought tought thought thought thought! What does it even mean anymore?! But the sickest shit of the whole shitshow that thought makes is that you have to think about how fucked up thought is! You've got a sick, sick brain. It disgusts me. And now on to our next picture, SuperHappyFunSaladTableParty...Lamp.

It's so well lit, you might just start having fun while you eat a table made of salad in a super happy party. It's got the most useless information that's ever emerged from a donkey's anus in over a fortnight! Literally, over a fortnight. You hearin' me, boss? Boss o' the Trees? For one we fall, for trees we ball? Yak yak yikkidy yook ya get it, I'll move back to the motion picture. It starts: uhhh oh yeah it's starting, okay shit I gotta think, whaaaayo myo. There's a happy family of doughnuts living next door. You are squirrels. You, and your dumb as dick apartment-mate, that is. Fucking squirrels except they (you, that be: what it always be and foreva will won't) are just people on mushrooms that believe themselves to be squirrels. But it's, like, cool, because the doughnuts are real keen folk. They'll feed you anything, right? So you're always well-fed. But then you realize that it's all been an elaborate ruse to get into your heads and steal your lamp, so you get back at 'em by throwing a really fun party made of salad tables. The do'nuts become SUPER happy and then you eat their jelly and chives and 1 beer because that's really all those lousy snookems had in their fridge.

Whaddid ya think? It's a completely finished product, script, scenery, cast, donkey and all. Might be a few tweaks with who's the donkey's chef, but for the moist part (that is, the part with moistness), shit goin' right!!! Where YOU going?! 'Splain yourself, you dirty bassist. That's the bassist for everything. IT ALL COMES DOWN TO THE Bassist. funkify your basics. I'm a tree.

Simple Math for Kids! Also Animals.

I'm glad we've met again, so soon, my friends. Auspicious, even, it would seem. There has been recent development of a theory in the most scientific regions of the Earth (ya know, like Sweden or fucking whatever that shit is): all of humanity's/existence's efforts toward an objective order can be summarized through an equation. Just think of it like this, folky men of the folks valley. People who believe that people are obligated, or, at the very least, ought to want, to collectively act for the "good" and "equality" of others are theorizing existence as an equation that equates humanity with this idealized order. We here at Primo Kebabs:The Tastiest n Crumbliest!, Inc. posit that it ain't no equation, ya tomfool you. Rather, humanity and all of this existence is a term; just a fucking term. Shaddup, ya done. We are chaotic and entropic and that is the beauty of our human sentience! How lucky are you! And me! And this badger! Whoa, get that badger outta here, whoa nelly, whodatdoewat.
I can't even breathe though all this garbage, can you? its far too much fir one man ta handle let alone many men. and perhaps women, we allow those here. we accept all types of people here at Primo Kebabs: The Kick in the Pants Your Mama Ordered in '73 the movie that made me decide to do every drug ever! Look at it! Fuckin do it you fuckershitcockerspanielfailfuck! Wow that was harsh. Sorry about that folks, I can't help fellin how I feel thou. I'm just trippin balls, don't mind me.
And now that all that's over, to the jokes!
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Because the chicken was a fuckin not real thing that no one cares about and only exists in terms of this joke so the chicken does what I fuckin say it does. That damn stupid bitch.
Enough joke! i'm already fallin off my goddamned seat with laughter. It's fillin me up to the brim if you know what I mean. and if you don't, it's not doing that. because that's how that works in real life. and that's the bottom line cuz stoned and cold says so. bam, in the face, of all you and ya mathas.

Doobz n dogz,

Snoop Dog

A Poem - That's It.

Why don't dolphins fly?
They just
Fucking swim
Imagine the alternate dimensions
In which
Dolphins
You fuckers
Are flying fucking everywhere
Holy shitsicle
Grab my tits, poopsadosio this cuntcock is one sick piece of shitdouche
No my Jesus
Your Jesus
Get it off ah shit whoa
Who in the
Get

- Funny Man, the lone resident of Funnytown

Oy, The Sequel: How It Goes On

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