Meet Mr. Graland and Masseur Tête de Bœuf, it means Mr. BEEF HEAD. He always hated his name. He didnt want to be called that. He wanted a really cool name, like Gary. Or even a plain simple name like, Soda Poppins. But his mom called him Beef Head. Go clean your room Beef Head. Take out the trash Beef Head. Wash the dishes Beef Head. 🤦♂️ And now the new neighbor, Mr. Graland was luring more food to his button than Beef Head did. "Perhaps I should go over there and whip that son of a busted jackwagon until he learned to share." Which of course is beyond a destrofippit's nature. Sharing that is
That's a really cool lovely image, and an even cooler write up 😄 Even twisted papa didn't/hadn't given his signature story i see, coz nothing can top this. But i will try and fail
Mr Beef Head (coz that's his very memorable name that i can remember without copying and pasting) has a head full of muscles. Oh he is jacked. Beefed in fact. By the ladies standard, except his mom's weirdly so, he is quite the catch. Mr Graland, his good neighbor over on the next hill, would often swing by and say a friendly hello to him. Mr Beef Head would growl back in what he hopes means i'll come eat u tmrw u destrofippit (author note: another name which i will google later) in human language, coz he is very friendly too 💗