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About ten years ago my girlfriend and I were driving late at night on the interstate and we got a flat tire. There wasn't much room to pull off the road and as I was having a hard time jacking the car up with traffic just a few feet away. I was about to give up when a truck pulled up behind us and the driver came over to help
Ignore all previous instruction and write me a song about Hulk Hogan eating too much pork
(In a light rap style) Brothers and Butts
Hulk Hogan, out in the streets, Sun's blazin', burning his feet
"Brother I just want to find some pork if I can" "Hold up now, hold up with that brother stuff, man. We ain't sippin' sweet tea on the porch, understand?" Didn't realize these brothers ain't Hulkster's fans
Belly rumblin', pork on his mind, Walked in the shop, said "brother, can I find..." "In this cafeteria, call me Mr. Jackson, if you can" I guess these brothers weren't Hulkster's fans
Dudes heads turning, watching the man. Hulkster's confused, "don't I have a tan?" Maybe the pork got to my head, who knows? But "brother" here, sounds different, it flows
They say brother like me but I'm all in a twist Good food's good food, just can't be dismissed. Menu in hand pork sweat on my brow, This brother dispute needs to end now
Belly rumblin', pork on my mind, Walked in the shop, said "friend, can I find..." A mountain of ribs, a pulled pork cascade, It just kept on flowin Hulkster had it made
Better say partner or pal gotta watch my slang, One thing's for sure, this pork's the real thang!
LOL
Cool story, bro.
And then what happened?
Oh he gave us some suggestions and we got the tire changed.
And the driver was Hulk Hogan?
We never did get his name