My uncle performed the first Minion autopsy out near Marietta. Year was ‘89. Thick, thick skin, like a boar’s. Downstairs was all cloaca. Kevin still visits the grave
“Siri call my friends”
“No friends found”
“I’m sorry, Siri call my pawns”
“Calling 700 walruses”
“Wait what the fuck Siri that’s not what I said”
“Ooooouuuughhhhfhgfhhh”
chopped my hair off and one of my balding customers said he’s refusing to tip me until it grows back so I said im refusing to serve him until his hair grows period and now I have a meeting with my manager tomorrow