Macho Business Donkey Wrestler, Chapter 3

I had a small house of brokerage on wallstreet; many days no business come to my hut,
but Jimmy has fear? A thousand times no.  I never doubted myself for a minute for I
knew that my monkey strong bowels were guarded with strength like the loins of a dragon
ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung.

Glorious sunset of my heart was fading.  Soon the super karate monkey death car would
park in my space.  But jimmy has fancy plans, and pants to match.  The monkey clown
horrible karate, round and yummy like a cute small baby chick, would beat the donkey.

Bad clown making like super american car racers. I would make them sweat. War war.

American yum-yum clown monkey

Feel my scales donkey donkey donkey donkey donkey