It’s Sweater Weather, People!

sweater weather indulges my sweater fetish

Please keep me warm

Yes, Yes, Yes. It’s fall weather time. I HATE the heat, I hate sweating, I hate feeling grimy and gross. Fall time means Sweater Time, and I’m a HUGE fan of the sweater. Bellow is a poem I wrote last night after I broke out my extensive sweater collection, along with some of my favorite sweater themed photos and funny video ha ha crack, I mean crap.

“It was a chilly autumns’ day, browning leaves came out to say hello,
When Lil’ Wheat Toast first saw that his balance was low.
Beg, steal & hoe, he tried all the old ways to score some blow*,
That he did know.
Like eating a toe.
And stealing from moe.
But this time was different, no one would help him get his kicks.
So he killed a nun and ate beef jerky sticks.
Then he saw one of his old fat money tricks.
So he SSSS-ucked DICK
Now he have the VI-RIS
Yeah we know
Took it UP the ARSE
Don’t confess
Mom’ll agree it’s quite a mess
Cause Lil’ Wheat Toast chose to forget a HOODIE
Smoke that shit, ugh, ugh, yeah, smoke it. Yeah you like that bitch yeah.”

-Uncle Wheat Toast

*Death by Party does not endorse or condone the use of illegal drug use and all references are purely fictional for entertainment purposes.

 

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