Buffalo

Took three eyedroppers full of the stuff and pulled into Wall, South Dakota.

I want a fuckin’ buffalo burger,
this is the “Wild West” right?

Where’s the buffalo?

I went all this way through the prairies,
the Badlands,
and there’s no fuckin’ buffalo!

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