Rocks

I invoke thee , Raster Blaster

rocks, my baby, rocks! I was standing there just minding my own buisiness when a guy I didn't even know stopped and asked me to join him for breakfast the next day at his house. I asked him what he expected from me in return. "Nothing, my son, I'm one of satan's vampires",Jonny Peegood yelled out his window. They were all burning, they weren't happy at all. They were all very PC if you ask me. They were yelling at Joe Perry from across the room, "Hey, Joe, Where's yer ciggarette? Quit smokin'?" Kent and Faith. Kent was pushing on the sacs of pus that had formed nicely on Faith's back. They were all kind of zit looking, if you ask me. When he finally pushed hard enough, out popped a watermelon. And do you know what popped out of the watermelon?!? A melon baby! Yes, a real baby with little black seed stuck all over it's body. I really can't believe that I was a melon baby. I remember being born on a cold winter's night. The ground was frozen and my mom gave birth to me in the back seat of a Ney York cab. The car skid into a curb and slammed into a pole. Though many people escaped with minor bumps and bruises, my mother died. The half-dead cabby took me and held my body up high over his head like my body was pointing to the sky like an offering to gOD. "I invoke thee , Raster Blaster.!!", the cabby screamed. He crumpled over dead. A local store owner heard the scream and came running outside to see what it was. There was this one minor problem, though, she just moved here from Lichtenstein and her english had little to be desired. By some freak coincidence, the same sounds in the cabby's scream corresponded to "Take this baby and place it in a watermelon. Seal it up and place it on a truck destin for Afganistan." in her language. She grabbed the child and did exactly as the cabby said. So you see, she is not really responsible for starting the fad of putting babies into watermelons and sending them tho far away lands. She thought she was doing the right thing. I think she was doing the right thing, personally. Signed, Ricky "J.J." Dobbs Guten aubend.