I smelt you from afar, when I opened up that queef in a jar. Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

A pet rock, you know, they could really be something that changes the world for the better. We have to intake them the right way, so don't mess with a pet rock. They're a big responsibility, and they sometimes, it's hard to walk them a bit, but you'll get used to it.

Ah, Peck Rock. Remember to live.

Hey Garden! What's up? Que lo que! Gloria bendita pa' ti! Happy Thursday!

Oh, man. I ain't got much to say. I'm just trying to sort of flow my hair, though. The nostalgia is real.

My daughter actually has a pet rock, so it's not so uncommon. Shout out to Dr. Diamond P. and M. Speck, Runnin' for Queen. And shout out to you, Runnin' for King. Let's go!

I'm weak as hell.

Damn, that is a blast from the past.