Ranch Sauce Farts Part 6 Meets Police Academy Part 6
30. Sep, 2008 
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NOT YOUR INDIANAS, BUT OURSZZ!!
wees juss can’t get enuff of sweet sweet sweet B-town and the ranch sauce farts that come with it. you can’t smell farts on the interwebs, but assume that ours smell raunchy and ranchy and we never stop lettin them rip until we leave the sorta-no-so-great state of Indiana
coming from a 9 year NYC transplant
and eater of the finest za from Cali to Chicago to Italy
but Pizza Express may juss be the bestest pizza in the world
3 ranch sauces are never enuff
esp since we’re gunning to become
the 2nd person arrested for farting
we like munching boxes
and the contents within
cheese stix = cheese shitz
are we licking ranch sauce or drooling it?
praise Jeebus for inventing ranch sauce!
and praise whomever wrote this book
if only ‘I Heart Ranch Dressing’ was the new ‘I Heart NY’
and praise these white guys
who are the only thing whiter than ranch sauce
and praise these $2 shirts of our ex-B-ball coach
that should be sent to Nicaragua
along with the Pats Super Bowl tees
and praise this scary looking guy(?)
who isn’t as cool as fellow IU swimmer Mark Spitz
this is what a dishwasher looks like in college
free lemonade!
and when fate throws Michael Winslow
(the Police Academy dude who makes the noises)
your way
you have to catch it and/or tackle(berry) it
and spank the Messiah of Ranch Sauce that we did
cause he’s the effin bestestetsstst/sweatiestest ever!
czech out this Star Wars bit he does
and peas go see him when he hits yo town
oh bless you college
where the a$$es are forever young
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