It came to me while I escaped death by china china china. The question was while I picking myself up off the floor, I’ll show you American built first:
See that, a clothes rack dad built, built to stand up no matter what she hung up
Knocking me into a table which flipped banging my head, buried under 3 racks of clothes.
Not to china china china
While buried under clothes, a box of books was in my face. I knew it complete B.S. then, and I was right.
The question, I’m getting to it, I’ll put you’re nuro-net to work thinking after you see these
After seeing those, the question should be obvious.
” Just how many gunshops are there in America”
The same could said about her clothe racks
I haven’t found the end of them yet
Ratdog, you ever been on a roof? Least he’s looking at me
There’s some moss on the roof, vinegar kills moss Ratdog, not worry about stinking up the neighborhood, suppose to rain, let’s go.