Rasta pasta

Rasta Pasta by J.B. Pravda

A supreme council hod to B call, mon, dew 2 da nevah be4 seen, mon,
phenomenon, mon, of a BALD Rastafarian, MON! Ass imbilled on da beach,
mon, dey wor reed ole dey, mon, teel dey wore ehble two dev-ine a Zol
ooh shun, mon: git im a freekin weeg, mon, so ahhs 2 keeep wit
tradishun, MON! Frust rated, mon, de Gran Pookah, mon, eee sey, 'wot u
bin smoking, mon&;#8230;&;#8230;&;#8230;.betta tess di damn
ganja fur pollutans, Mon! HEEEEEEEHEEEEHEEEEE! Eh, sez won Rasta Mon,
'Haile Salassee, His Highness, wuz Ball, mon! Sez de Coun sil leeder,
'You now de Leeder, mon!' Less n-joy some Angel here pasta, no youse
waystin dis here weeg ah made up out a wheat fur yur
haid&;#8230;.HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&;#8230;..