Yo momma so fat she owns a bakery but doesnt sell anything she eats it all and eats buckets of flour
After reading every post in my LiveJournal, I've decided to have a decent go at making a post similar to that of my 'old style' of writing. That is, actual content, as opposed to a single line of text like "fuck a fag you faggot". As much as I enjoy belting out single lines of gibberish with the word 'fag' littered throughout it, I must change.
Haha just kidding THIS ENTRY IS OVER faggot.
But seriously folks, here goes;
The following post is for Circastes, whose fast paced short stories for the imaginative have truly inspired me to the full extent that a story about disemboweling people could. The inspiration, that is, to strike other people's mothers as I see fit, which often has hilarious consequences, such as spending the night in the local lockup and having my rectum repeatedly probed by foreign objects; Newspapers, fists, and a senior citizen's dentures, just to name a few. Although on second thought, the afore-mentioned items are not as 'foreign' as I may have you believe: Surely there is no act more gratifying in this world than scraping your prostate with a pair of dentures. Used dentures? The subtle chips and dents in the teeth add to the experience.
But back to the matter at hand: Circastes. My gratitude for this man knows no bounds, were it not for him, I never would have embraced the finer things in life; literature, theatre, beastiality, and the arts. On the subject of literature, I give to you a haiku titled appropriately, Circastes.
Circastes
Caution thrown into the wind
A moment of unbridled passion
The infant is pregnant.
I'll never forget the day I met Circastes. D-Day 1942. He was a Sergeant First Class, I was just a Private. But that didn't stop us from ignoring the chaos around us, and giving in to our primal urges; the urge to penetrate each other's anuses with egg beaters; the most base instinct of man. Subsequently we were both court marshalled, but I don't regret it one bit. Circastes, truly you have touched my life in a way no other has before. We've shared the laughter, shared the sadness. It embaresses me to say this, but I consider you my truest of friends: My soulmate, if you will. We've had many years together, and here's to many more!
Also, I tested positive to AIDS. You will have it too.
Haha just kidding THIS ENTRY IS OVER faggot.
But seriously folks, here goes;
The following post is for Circastes, whose fast paced short stories for the imaginative have truly inspired me to the full extent that a story about disemboweling people could. The inspiration, that is, to strike other people's mothers as I see fit, which often has hilarious consequences, such as spending the night in the local lockup and having my rectum repeatedly probed by foreign objects; Newspapers, fists, and a senior citizen's dentures, just to name a few. Although on second thought, the afore-mentioned items are not as 'foreign' as I may have you believe: Surely there is no act more gratifying in this world than scraping your prostate with a pair of dentures. Used dentures? The subtle chips and dents in the teeth add to the experience.
But back to the matter at hand: Circastes. My gratitude for this man knows no bounds, were it not for him, I never would have embraced the finer things in life; literature, theatre, beastiality, and the arts. On the subject of literature, I give to you a haiku titled appropriately, Circastes.
Circastes
Caution thrown into the wind
A moment of unbridled passion
The infant is pregnant.
I'll never forget the day I met Circastes. D-Day 1942. He was a Sergeant First Class, I was just a Private. But that didn't stop us from ignoring the chaos around us, and giving in to our primal urges; the urge to penetrate each other's anuses with egg beaters; the most base instinct of man. Subsequently we were both court marshalled, but I don't regret it one bit. Circastes, truly you have touched my life in a way no other has before. We've shared the laughter, shared the sadness. It embaresses me to say this, but I consider you my truest of friends: My soulmate, if you will. We've had many years together, and here's to many more!
Also, I tested positive to AIDS. You will have it too.