Palomas: The Breakfast Cereal: The Movie: The Ride: The Haiku

You smell the wood chips,
fart smells, and all the fruit flies.
Roofies in the beer.

You make us angry.
You should go fnck yourself with
a dogsh!t d!ldo

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Now, I will replace the humour left out of this post with a series of smiley faces.

RIVER: >8D
ME: <:O
OLD MAN THAT TALKS TO HIMSELF: B-|
DOG THAT EATS MY SOUL: 3BP