Everyday Yeah one-thousand three-hundred and ninety-one

There was a picnic. Thirteen southern boys from a little league program inside a southwestern united states swamp of various temperatures were invited and prodded into competing in the picnic. I told them to bring their own beverages. They drank all their liquids on the bus ride to the recreation park. Yeah felt bad for them and went to a Circle K convenient store and bought them one non-refillable bottle of yahoo. Six of the boys took sips off the bottle before it was empty. There was a service at a local church choir practice for the thirst of the other seven boys. A basket was passed around and people dropped in their pennies. One large boy with a soft voice dropped in a nickel. The reckless children only dropped in ass pennies. We had to count the donations wearing latex gloves. There was a considerable amount of silence the second time Yeah counted the funds. The final total was $1.12 which was enough for another bottle of yahoo. The seven thirsties asked if Yeah would buy them Gatorade. He said, “Gatorade is $1.50.” Nachoface ran over to the picnic from left field and said he would donate 0.38 cents, but everyone in town knew he didn’t have any money and only wanted to kick smallsies in the bellies. Some town folk showed the seven thirsties how to protect their bellies from Nachoface. He ran back to left field and pissed on the leftfielder’s shoe until he uncovered his belly and then Nachoface kicked him in his uncovered areas. Yeah didn’t bother to watch. He went to the convenience store and bought another yahoo. Nachoface ran home and ate his roommate's nachos off his own face.