Yams and roadkill
Mom… your yams are mushy and the mushroom’s foul and yucky. Your cabbage smells like garbage this supper sucks, I’m so unlucky, Mom… your soup’s disgusting and sprouts for me […]
Mom… your yams are mushy and the mushroom’s foul and yucky. Your cabbage smells like garbage this supper sucks, I’m so unlucky, Mom… your soup’s disgusting and sprouts for me […]
There once was a boy from Kentucky, who was always considered unlucky. When he met with a girl with the sweetest of curls, he tripped and his face became mucky, […]
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