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It angers me when people say that Tupac is dead. Especially because I know that he's alive. He lives in my basement. I feed him milk and cookies every night. He's like Santa, except for the fact that he's skinny and black.
He tells me stories, sometimes, about his life. Apparently his only true love was a Hitler/Elvis hybrid that the Brazillian government was developing as a new type of battlefield soldier. As a courtesy to the great artist, the government allowed the couple to have test tube babies through a surrogate mother. Quite an achievement in genetics, though virtually nothing when compared to the creation of the Hitler/Elvis hybrid itself. Those children, he had two, now both work at the same small diner in a small town located near Boisie, Idaho. He tells me the kids are great - they're black nazis with incredible singing voices.
Soon, Tupac will come forth from the shelter of my domicile, and prove to you all that he never died.
Or I could be absolutely crazy. Jesus claims that I'm quite sane though. God bless good ol' J.C.!
He tells me stories, sometimes, about his life. Apparently his only true love was a Hitler/Elvis hybrid that the Brazillian government was developing as a new type of battlefield soldier. As a courtesy to the great artist, the government allowed the couple to have test tube babies through a surrogate mother. Quite an achievement in genetics, though virtually nothing when compared to the creation of the Hitler/Elvis hybrid itself. Those children, he had two, now both work at the same small diner in a small town located near Boisie, Idaho. He tells me the kids are great - they're black nazis with incredible singing voices.
Soon, Tupac will come forth from the shelter of my domicile, and prove to you all that he never died.
Or I could be absolutely crazy. Jesus claims that I'm quite sane though. God bless good ol' J.C.!