there was once a man named CHARLESTON. CHARLESTON had a collection of cow tongues that he collected while “roaming the fields of iceland”. Many came from far far far far away to see CHARLESTON’s collection of beautiful/exquisite/moist cow tongues. They were treasured by so many that they became in threat of being stolen. In fact, one early sunday morning a young woman that goes by the name of BIG FAT POOPERSTEIN walked into his cow tongue museum. Her long brown hair fluttered as she entered the building, the cold morning wind still in effect. She was wearing clothes that seemed a bit too large and stylish for her; most likely from an awesome boyfriend of some sort. She smelled like feces.
CHARLESTON didnt like the look of this girl. There was something about the way she looked about the museum…the way her figure stood in the deep bellowing halls. Fragments of his memory started to piece together in his mind and came to a catastrophic conclusion; this was the very woman who broke his heart so long ago.
CHARLESTON didn’t hesitate. He knew what he had to do.
He started rapping about fecal poop.
“Poop all over my face and poop poop poop poop all over my face and poop.
I FINALLY FINISHED LOST…a part of me is gone forever
no more new episodes to look forward to anymore.