I saw him wearing a suit made of ham and rolling through the ant piles behind Lejeune High School. He said he liked thinking they might eat through the ham and then eat through him but they never got that far in. Still, he liked the feeling of thinking they might. It was like the feeling of Fat John sitting on his chest except no nutsweat creepin' creepin' toward Reginald's eye nor having to huff that funk of nut.
by Darren Angle of Jacksonville