a special message for a special person:

Mmm
Here they go with this metronome bro
Oh my God
Yabadee boobeedee baba dooboop (booboop)
A shoobee daba dooboo (dooboo)
Liyaba daba dooboop (bow)
Bdooboodooboop badabadoobadooboop (yuh)
Yabadaba
Yaba dabap yababadaba (what, oohoo)
Ayabadaba
Yaba dababadaba (alright)
It's off the top for real, all this off the top (I feel, I feel, I feel)
I said (he's a genius)
Womba domba
Shamba damba (shamba damba)
Shamba da mamba damba gamba (damba gamba)
Yama da llama llama chgamba gamba (voice crackin')
Yaboo (cracka lackin')
Soobelooboop babalooboop glabaloogoop (oohoo)
Yaga wagourt (wagourt)
Yaga damaga labaga bargourt (bargourt)
Shaga damaga dagaba gargourt (mmm)
Yooboop (ooh)
Shabadaba, yoobadaba dooboop (mmm)
Shabadaba, deeboop? (Hmm)
Shabadaba gooba like a meeboop (meeboop)
Labo labo
Labo dababo glabo gluglug guhglable lable (ooh, tongue twister)
Like gaba gaba
Yaba dasabadaba yoobabababa (blaow!)

:)

BigDog

+Rep Fair and Nice trader

ur welcome read from bottom to top

While everybody was distracted I walked into shoprite and quickly shoved as many apples as I could up my ass. It was 4. I left shoprite with the most satisfaction I have ever felt in my life. I remember thinking “wow, I’m such a great person, I get 4 free apples, and I get to go home and jerk off to CP.”
When I think back on that day, I can always remember how sweet those apples tasted. Nothing sweeter.

That’s when I saw him. The old ♥♥♥♥♥♥ who sat in front of shoprite saying hello to every ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ strolling by. I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hated this man. I couldn’t tell you why. I just hated him. He could smell my ♥♥♥♥ butter. I could tell because he was gasping for air. I quickly approached him thinking “this will be the greatest day of my life. Nothing could stop me now.” This is when I felt a sudden burst. I realized later that I had shot a load off in my pants right at that moment.
I was arms length from the ♥♥♥♥♥♥ now. I clenched the sock tight with both hands and swung it at the ♥♥♥♥♥♥s face with all my might. I hit him in the cheek with such force that the brownish-liquid had sprayed out all over his face. He immediately threw up. I sat back laughing as he washed out his eyes with bottled water. He asked “why?” and I responded by dumping the rest of the socks contents on his head. Truly, I did it for the lulz.