I was only just getting used like cum rags and to the flag on which it stands. One barnyard lovin' teen indivisible and with lunar military intelligence and juice for all, mostly Vorlon. But also Steve, the first man and his enormous butterfly. Together they made sweet love and nine months there came a sorry excuse of larva placenta. Go blow Jesus out your ass. Afterwards, I was a little sore but worth it even if it tore me a big hole in my head. Meanwhile, the local crack dealer's annual sale of their most enticing pseudo crystal per diem too attracted some very dubious cadaverous inseminators. But alas I fondled an aardvark, who loved it! But not really. Yes he did. Depending on how you like your stories to go.

I expected the cow to jump on a whore's salary. Scrambled eggs atop "flying" spaghetti got her thinking: I'm only one of the most smartified peoples, yet I continually pick the wrong bed to lay my enemies to waste. I should be called Nestor starting a lame tradition involving black ewes and Vietnamese lesbian with crabs. Why did I book 57 tickets to J-Lo's new movie? I don't even own a pair of nuts capable for the job. Fuck, who did? Someone obviously.

Fuck the police coming wickedly this way, young nigga got the holy ghost in his pants as usual. Meanwhile, the spy had taken a lot of my underwear to the base, otherwise known as Peewee's Playhouse. I failed to mention that I had AIDS. Oh well, nevermind. I'm sure she deserved it, that sellfish bitch. She had messed with my gun. I HATE HER!!! One time she had sex with a local bear and all seven of Berlusconi's wicked tractor collection.

Stick of Anusius, help your humble servant to spread your pulchritudinous minions across the ocean of debauchery otherwise known as sophisticated bastards of extraordinary handsomeness. Anusius preserve us from the unspeakable terrors of self-awareness inflicted by repeatedly kicking oneself in the lower brain while wearing a colander. Amen. But I digress. Then I saw a talking snake singing songs of the ugliest vaginas the world has but that's life. I remember when bears were still edible and not the genetically engineered heroine addicts whose idea of emancipation is naked tapdancing in the woods. Continual sexual references by members of the death cult are not helping my blood pressure.