The snail and the slug had a bet.
Oh what a rivalry those two.
The snail he won, swallowed the sun.
Now the poor slug is blue.
The slug and the snail had a bet.
They couldn't decide on a price.
The slug he wins, forgiven of sins.
Now the snail needs advice.
The slug and the whale had a bet.
The snail desperate for the cash.
The whale he scored, the snail he whored,
And now there ain't nothing left.
The snail.
The slug.
The whale.
What a tale.















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If ever there was a representation of my future it would probably be an airplane crashing into the earth from a round of friendly fire aimed by the inventor of the nuclear bomb frying his eyes out.
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The doodle is the brooding of the hand.
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If ever there was a representation of my future it would probably be an airplane crashing into the earth from a round of friendly fire aimed by the inventor of the nuclear bomb frying his eyes out.
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