• Judy Sanchez and the Tolopia Gang headed to Ashbault Crimson Hotel to blow cake. Jho had the green.With bubbled sweet toes, Kate Lvish smelled liked jumbo fried shrimps. Covalt Sanders molded snakes in his dirt pit with ant hills. Bobby Cordell loves you. Henery Carther did not love Bobby. Gay he is not. It was a lovely day in the hood. Blowing green and stuffing your nose full of booger sugar, buda and puda are Tolopia codes for weed and cocain.Bumblebee tunas are sprouting everywhere. Eto Colass wants the tunas. Judy Sanchez is high. Judy Sanchez was a man, love that b***h. Former he-she is a hoochawally, kewl.Thundercats to the rescue,dundundundundaaaa. Starkist ketchups and olive flavored lipgloss on the lips of Boatie Adams. Thunder cowards came together with the wonder dogs in the soft grey midnight skies. Flesh eating crab cakes and the cannabal belly doners. Judy Sanchez and Jarvis Coats ride around stoned cold, Steve Austin is a nut case. Apple bottom jeans, whoa, too tight. Chicken fried chicken, crab cakes galor. Animals on the prowl. Rude for the crude. Blah blah blanks. Chicken fried chicken fried shrimps. Crotch lovers are tidbiskets. Telewackers are smelling like sardines. Craptivity. Super duper cerial, serial killers that is. Jill J.