FUCKED UP ON CAMEL TOADS, MIND LOOP FROM HELL ON A POPSICLE STICK

DUDE, TURN UP THE VOLUME ON THE TV, ITS FUCKING SNOWING SO LOUD IN MY MIND. CANT YOU SMELL THE GOD DAMNED SNOW?.

i suppose that how they should all start out. high on lsd, and the bright idea to lick a camel toad.so here we are lost in a channel 2 blizzard, and would you know, its our old good buddyGalixio Johnson-O'Neal.

and good ole G-g-g-G-NEAL has still got some good drugs for us!
right off the bat i score some LSD,SomeReefer,and two licks of

CAMELTOAD

so i get to town, and mix them all in an appeltini Enema and slam that fucker down and get ricked! so prolly like 3 days go by, and i still have no idea whos hot pants im wearing and what that smell on my upper lip is when Galixio's coke man shows up and says get in my car we're going to the chinese palace to go eat some chicken, and blow some lines. so i get in the car and we start talkin about how The USSR got bought out by Rupert Murdoch, and how come thats the reason that everyone is all conserative now a days and how we really lost the cold war and the only reason we think that we won it, is cause the russians let us. next thing i know we're slammin back good ole times and fat ole lines when all of a sudden some 19 year old british slut shows up, and starts screaming "don king, don king, doesnt believe in child support pay-ying" in a little sing-song 19 year old british slut sort of mock up. and thats when it hits me: I'm like holy shit dude this is

dOn kIng:The fucking fight promoter.

but then im only like this in my mind, cause i dont want don king freakin out being like duh of course im don king, why do you think we're sittin here blowin lines of coke and eating chicken? well apparently i was doin all this thinkin in my mind, out loud. cause don king leans over and bitch slaps me. and im yo what it is nickel, why you hit me B? and he's like i aint don king the fight promoter nickel, im don king the RAPPER.
now im starting to really freak out, and i cant tell if its the weed wearing off, the acid kickin in, or that camel toad crawling around on my brain.

turns out, that "chicken" we ate, was "cat"

Cat soaked in pcp! Don king starts doin the tony from the movie theatre laugh for 6 days straight, and the next thing i know we're gettin kicked out of monday night raw at the alaskan bar because Don king was droppin the N bomb too much. Apparently "Nigger" doesnt rhyme with "Nigger" after "7 minutes"

After that dOn kIng, the RAPPER, paid for my cab fare, and sauntered off into the evening on a drunken kilter of an obese coke dealer kind of walk, as if don king was a planet that had just gotten struck from a whiskey soaked meteor. whatever, fuck don, i was home to my hot piece of ass blow up doll.