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| - I haz much hunger inside of me. When it takes over, nothing can stops it. My belly says "woomp woomp woomp," and I haves to put thingz in my mouth.
I met this dude named Testuro on the corner of Martin Luther Da Kang St and Lake Meed. He was selling the tamales out of the back of his 1989 Ford Focus. He told me he liked my big butt, and said he would makes zuh big hunger go away for gud.
On the way to the fish store, I had lots of ze funz hanging my head out da window to catch a breeze. What a blast!
Inside, the peoples looked so happy to be inside the fish store with the fish slabs on the rice ballz. They eats the fishballz with two little sticks you squish together. In and out, up and down, go da sticks. Lots of funz.
I ates yummy yumz too, like baked mussels, uni, and tempura. Hot dog, it's like licking heaven's floor! Tastez wer exploding in my mouth, and i think I almost fainted from yumminess.
After I didn't has da hunger no more, I was so grateful, I let Tetsuro touch my butt after all.
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