Everyday Yeah one-thousand two-hundred and twenty-four

It was Yeah’s birthday. He decided he would celebrate his birthday every time anyone else celebrated their birthday. All his friends were in jail. Some of them were dead. Yeah told me to put a Styrofoam container of orange chicken in place of his missing friends at the dinner table. I served everyone cat. I even put some glasses of milk in the fire place. None of the Styrofoam containers of Yeah’s missing friends tried to eat the cat. No cats were eaten. I made a cake to celebrate. I also began eating Yeah’s missing friends, but got sick because they weren’t cooked fully. Yeah told me not to eat his friends.