From here to Algonquin 2
Big AL the ninja had some eggplant parmesan. Big AL the ninja was a gash hound, and like spread eagle porn. Big AL the ninja was ripe. Big AL the ninja sniffed his finger nails after scratching his balls and damn near fell over! The pungent raw smell of vinegar, ammonia, dank stale cunt with a hint of vanilla just about bowled Big AL the ninja over Big AL the ninja took a shower. Big AL the ninja felt fresh as a daisy. It was New York City, January 4th, 1964 Big AL the ninja had to go to work at a Chinese dry cleaner shop. That was his lot in life. The next day, the Berlin wall was completed. They called Big AL the ninja “Flapdoodle” at the Chinese dry cleaner shop and sang …