………Count Cackle ruled over the province of Cackula like Dracula, always got back at ya, with a cackling laugh, as he slammed his diamond tipped staff, after he gave out sentences, but once he listened to witnesses, is when the cackling would start, louder than the dogs would bark; a defendant asked to be excused to his hanging, and never mind the last meal they were bringing, please hurry with the noose before Count Cackle start his singing, that laugh is draining, anyone listening should want to get paid, his esophagus should be twist into a braid, or give me a knife, but don’t expect me to give him a fade, his cackle frequencies probably shatter the blade. Thank god he’s a nonbeliever, cause I don’t want that cackle to be saved.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 29th, 2023 10:55
- Category: Unclassified
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