Mayonaise spreads joy when i make something fun, sometimes, unless there happens to be seventeen slices of cake for dogs from hell, but cake isn't always good, so I use pie cutters, and creamy, huge, supple, ample, humugous, porto wine makers
with sperm filled gradually with cucumbers mangled, squeezing every last ounce of mayonaise

(mmm, cactus weed)

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Mayan, in the year 191 AF.
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