Well, we need us some cocaine sharks, do do do do. To eat his ass, do do do do. While he cries like a little b***h, do do do do. Until he's dead and gone, do do do do. And then turned into shark poo, do do do do. f**k I hate sitting still on the lookout and not being able to move around. I end up coming up with stupid-assed songs. And now the fucker is stuck in my head. It's stuck in your head now as well, isn't it?
Fuck I need a distraction. And thankfully I have one. I wasn't sure that anyone would actually show up. But considering the fact that they have to have their s**t off the property tomorrow, I figured that they would. I can hear the fuckers stomping through the woods. If they are trying to keep anyone from seeing or hearing them, they are doing a shitty f*****g job of it.
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