I'll soon begin to drool over the lip shits and ass snips
of cumming dicks out of the omnipresent orifice
that is the vagina of all the Operah Whimphreys of the world
that rear their ugly odors into the bowels of our sewer system
filtering throughout our filthy environment
plaguing the nasal nerves
of our bank clerks, hot dog vendors, lawyers, doctors, stock brokers, and cracker jack fuckers
of the world in which we are free to shit, spit, smoke, comb out the lice of our back hairs
and tell dirty stories to little children
after passing out cigarettes to homeless men
wearing dirty white t-shirts and digital watches that tell the time
of which their mother conceived them
along with the eggs fried, pancakes baked, tomatoes stewed and onions chopped
in that very morning when the fuckin president
sewed the first ladies lips shut
when she began to go through his drawers
and discovered personal growths of dr. Scholls marketing tools
and wart removers bought for the callused feet of old ladies
who crunch on honey roasted peanuts
that were spewed from the open armpits of fat men named al
that were at the time accompanied by male dwarfs named Alice
who’s dads hated soccer balls
and after school root beer drank by all the high school wrestlers with liver cancer
and magnifying glasses of the jealous Jasons of sante fe fur shops
that sell bear cloths and used towels worn by the exquisite shotgun holders
of the middle eastern punk rockers
who recite Bag Daddies Mac Rabies while rappin with Run DMX
and British politician sex guns of the Lets do it luncheon play
that was held shortly after in London
where the naked ass slaps of the imbecile afro sporting Einstein’s
that dropped out of the figure of speech course at the university
of where’s my asshole in which students learned how to conduct a life
of passing massive ass gas
and eating apples at the site
of someone being arrested for j-walking with a stapler
and paper weight on the way to his office
where he would sit and type papers out to rabid dogs roasting on fire logs
with the cheches and chongs
of Babylon where little hoopla hoopers shake their tits
and spit fire among those who scrunch their face up
and scream made up obscenities at by passers on unicycles juggling eggs
and farting the Punky Brewster theme song
while dancing with the tall old man with glasses reciting Bob Seger
and grabbing their nut sack to hit high notes
that turn out like a horse has just been raped with a pitching wedge
and there is a riot in downtown again
where the laughing gas made everyone raise their arms at the same time
which was enough to kill an entire city in Louisiana
and rot all of the grapefruits of skip to my Lou honey dew boy named Sue’s
in which he finally got fed up with all the Pepsi girls
and other pop drinking gimmicks of our time
to where he snapped his fingers and started distributing viral sounds
that impregnated women under 95 pounds.
Ohhhh boy, time for a change of pace!
babies are punishment for FOkin.
You squeeze a strange man out of yer buttocks...
What is the meaning of birth?
Then you jump in a tank and mow down shopping carts at Wal-Mart
yelling "what the fuck?" repeatedly
then slap some dildo around
dip it in miracle whip and throw it at passer buyer’s spectacles
got a dildo? dip it in the whip!
Its a god dam MIRACLE! :D
love thy neighbor
taunt their dogs and fuck their daughters
give their fire hydrant the middle finger and steal their garbage
and put THAT shit on your OWN devil strip!
Halo? FOK u!
To hear the message repeated in Chinese, press 6.
To wait for further assistance...sit on a glazed honey baked ham and smear it on your birth hole!
:D
MyX out
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Submission Name: FruitSalad
