And then everybody left me alone. Kim is my friend. She can talk like Moltar when she burps. We went to Zestos and ate grease balls. Cheese melts over dirt too.
Most beans have cars and some take the bus or the train.
But really poor beans ride in different kinds of bags and sacks. It's really sad. I named them all at dinner. And then I talked to them while they swirled around in my stomach. Frankie Lee, Jr. kept trying to stick to my ribs.