Raphael #11: Summertime Cannibals

by Raphael The Father Of Randomness

Now I realize that some of you thought my last article was bland and somewhat overhyped by myself. Oh, truth in advertising where have you gone? Well, I thought it was great but hey...you say tomato I fall asleep. Here is something Dr.Cox suggested, short and to the point. Enjoy.

I love the summertime. Here in San Diego it's the best; there's deserts, beaches, camping trips, clubs, and TJ. But under the happy sunlight in a town full of conservative wanna-be white suburban gangsta's there is a seedy under belly. The cannibals who eat them.

Now most people will say the cannibals don't exist and others are so drunk and stoned they don't care. Those are the fucks who get eaten. And then the crowds rejoiced and no one had to act tough and fight with a knife because someone stepped on their shoe, and Limp Bizkit was executed for inciting a generation of brain dead assholes who have no real reason to breath anyway. As for the cannibals, well, they lived happily ever after worshipping their king who looked a lot like Elvis.

The Goddamjn End

P.S. If anyone disagrees with this FUCK YOU! YES YOU!