Not sure it’s a secret

Genetic engineering gone wrong

Something involving a large sheep dog.

Oxidation.

No one would see it, but they may hear it.

Chuckles… I’m in trouble

Walking through the park with a bauggette

I die in a four way sesh-to-the-death match between snoop dog, cheech, Ricky from TBP and myself.

Excrubulently.

Suddenly and all over the place

it was the sweet tooth in the end

My descendent will be turned into a terminator by the out of control AI death robots sent to kill the generations long Canadian insurgency in order to come back in time and take me and my family out.

I’m not sure, but I’d die happy.

Shamefully.

Ocean