The answer was simple. All the townsfolk scoff at me because of my hairdiddy. My hair looks like bits of shredded carrot that a vulture thought would be a nice addition to its nest, mixed with the regurgitated mice it feeds to its young, mixed with some mashed cheerios
Frank the Barber (also known as Shitshow Frank [please call him this from now on]) gave ME, your prophet, a hairdiddy one would SCOFF AT. #thoushaltnotscoff#stopthebarber
you know, I bought strawberries from a certain dinglewat named Dorothy today in the digglewiggle farmers market and you know what
They did not taste #likestrawberries
STOP READING THIS RIGHT HERE are you still reading ARE YOU STILL what are you doing I SAID STOP why aren’t you stopping FINE keep reading I DON’T CARE do you think I care NO I NEVER CARED do you believe me YOU BETTER