Today I will continue reading from The Book of Moo.
Book 2
Chapter 7
Verse I. And then The Jackass broke the 71th seal. And His eyes were filled with a vision... The Clouds were parted with a thunderous roar, and roarerous thunder. The Believers and the Non-Believers alike all gazed up to The Heavens. And their eyes beheld The Singular Moo. Appearing as an anthropomorphized bull, brown in color, with horns of steel, and a wicked nose ring, He sat atop The Golden Tricycle of Vengeance, and wore a jacket of leather. No, it wasn't cowhide, you weirdo, nay, it was a jacket made of the tattooed hides of a thousand college football players (We're talking a hell of a lot of bicep bands here, mostly tribal or barbed wire, but ALL clip-art.)
Moo or be lost,
FLC Punk
Book 2
Chapter 7
Verse I. And then The Jackass broke the 71th seal. And His eyes were filled with a vision... The Clouds were parted with a thunderous roar, and roarerous thunder. The Believers and the Non-Believers alike all gazed up to The Heavens. And their eyes beheld The Singular Moo. Appearing as an anthropomorphized bull, brown in color, with horns of steel, and a wicked nose ring, He sat atop The Golden Tricycle of Vengeance, and wore a jacket of leather. No, it wasn't cowhide, you weirdo, nay, it was a jacket made of the tattooed hides of a thousand college football players (We're talking a hell of a lot of bicep bands here, mostly tribal or barbed wire, but ALL clip-art.)
Moo or be lost,
FLC Punk
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