I had a nightmare last night. I dreamed I was working, in the farking garden section no less, and a smart assed old man came up to me. He said he was looking for a chainsaw with really neat fuel and oil caps, and that his buddy had one. Then he described the Stihl flippy caps. I told him what brand saw they were on and that they were junk, and he started laughing and showing his teeth. It was a really weird dream.
You had a dream too, while I'll be dayummm, so did I.
I laid my head on my pillow and my eye's did close.
In the middle of my dream a smell came up my nose.
I awoke and looked up in the sky and what did I see,
I saw that crazy guy Spacemule looking down at me.
I pulled up my rocket launcher and I took aim on his head,
I pulled the trigger and shot poor ole Spacemule dead.
He fell out the sky and landed piece by peice,
As I watch all the parts fall I thought how neat.
I got my ole shovel and dug me a big hole,
I toss in all of Spaces' parts cept for his soul.
I went on back to bed with a big grin on my face,
Knowing that would be the end of good ole Space.
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