Butters The Bean

Eat. Play. Roar.

It was a cold night in 1922. I was laying on a metal slab, it was so so cold. I had gone numb from the cold when I felt these little sparks. The sparks was coming from my friend Herbert The Sherbert. After the 10th spark, I sat straight up. Herbert jumped up and down …

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