Let's Shop @ Inserections!
Any adult video store called Inserections is surely the place to be. Oh, Hawt-Lanta! You sooo crazy!
Also, Decatur is filled with lesbians! They're everywhere!!!!!!
At Six Flags we saw a guy about 4 ft. 10 in. tall with platinum-bleached spiked hair, decked out in cheesy hip hop gear. On the back of his white t-shirt was his air-brushed moniker, "Stinky". On his arm was a girl a solid foot taller with breasts the size of casaba mellons. She looked sorta butch, and it was nothing short of breathtaking and bizarre. Six Flags was hot, expensive, and mostly pointless, by the way. The wait was horrible: three rides, eight hours. I'm not kidding. It was all worth it, though, cuz we encountered via pamphlet and flyer Tony Alamo (pictured circa 1986), savior of mankind, author of the religious/political/scientific/prophetic manifesto, "Massive Suicide." One of his errand sluts were kind enough to baptize the windshield with his literature. Don't worry, I'll make copies for everyone to read. It's important to spread the word, is it not?
One more thing: IKEA could swallow entire towns. It's scary, but once you're acclimated with its soft, gooey center, you find cool stuff like ultra-hip egg-shaped dining room tables for only seventy bucks. Boo-yah!
I also taught my nephew the phrase, "Boo-yah!" He's funny.
Also, Decatur is filled with lesbians! They're everywhere!!!!!!
At Six Flags we saw a guy about 4 ft. 10 in. tall with platinum-bleached spiked hair, decked out in cheesy hip hop gear. On the back of his white t-shirt was his air-brushed moniker, "Stinky". On his arm was a girl a solid foot taller with breasts the size of casaba mellons. She looked sorta butch, and it was nothing short of breathtaking and bizarre. Six Flags was hot, expensive, and mostly pointless, by the way. The wait was horrible: three rides, eight hours. I'm not kidding. It was all worth it, though, cuz we encountered via pamphlet and flyer Tony Alamo (pictured circa 1986), savior of mankind, author of the religious/political/scientific/prophetic manifesto, "Massive Suicide." One of his errand sluts were kind enough to baptize the windshield with his literature. Don't worry, I'll make copies for everyone to read. It's important to spread the word, is it not?
One more thing: IKEA could swallow entire towns. It's scary, but once you're acclimated with its soft, gooey center, you find cool stuff like ultra-hip egg-shaped dining room tables for only seventy bucks. Boo-yah!
I also taught my nephew the phrase, "Boo-yah!" He's funny.