Found my Step Brother

Catalina Wine Mixer
I am ready
Walkin' tall
Biggest helicopter leasing event
POW

I wanna make bank
I wanna drive a range rove

Shut up
You're waking the neighbors
but I'm not dead

Chewbacca masks
Its okay,
That mine is not movie quality

I don't believe in belts

Liquid paper on a bee
It died

Stay Golden, Ponyboy

It's Coming

There is something great coming, something of high integrity and placidity. Yet, it will be alluded to as a obnoxious, greedy, and unreasonable. It is something barely fathomable. Something that, when at its peak, will create a potent wave energy for times to come. Though it might plagiarize itself after its coming, it will only be because of those that have shaped it. Stark in context, it should never be misconstrued as something that is good willed. It should always be taken with an air of caution. If at once it never appears, then we know that we have found the end, the most certain and conclusive end.
There is something great coming, something called the Future

Prohibiton

There was a bear, a bear affiliated with the mafia. The bearfather. The bearfather was uncanny, in the sense that he was a bear that could talk. Now that is beyond explanation. Unless you ask the bear, because he will tell you some sort of nonchalant crap about being an omniscient being; bequeathed to the world by the grease of Taco Bell. 

One of this hairy beast's favorite things to do was to skulk around the local villages and converge upon a dark corner of the taverns. As he scans the dreary meat locker that constitutes the bar he becomes supercilious of its inhabitants. What normally follows is never veniable to any extent. He grabs for his coat pocket, and with a swift movement he disperses 3 kittens into the room. They make quick work of the finite amount of booze and then they run with the bearfather out the door. Never to be seen again, til next week.