XXX
I watched XXX, that is to say I watched X3, and if by X3 I mean X-Men III then I fucking mean Robert damnit use your fucking brains and figure it fucking out. Robert! Seriously, great threequel. The Grape returns and is a total fucking bitch (imagine that, a Grape being a bitch. The Grape doesn’t fall far from the tree, or the vine, or from the bottle, the vineyard, from bitch school where all you learn is how to more appropriately become a bitch - you get the picture).
“I’ll be just fine, pretending I’m not.” - Thank you The Used. Now, for something completely different. - Thank you Monty Python.
There is an ice cream truck outside of my house and about ten kids standing in my driveway. It looks mostly like future whores-in-training with a few dumb-fucks mixed in. I’ve opened the drapes and I’m pacing around my living room with the shotgun over my shoulder randomly bursting out into violent screams that gets the dog howling like the sleeping coyote inside him has woken and is erupting from his own inner coyote with a massive erection. Everything is better with a massive erection.
I think my new car will be my uncle’s Wrangler. It is the best of both worlds. You could say that yes, the Wrangler is a bisexual on the car species. A morphodite. If it could, it would fuck his own vagina with her penis. I think I got my pronouns backwards just then but you get the picture.
Alright, enough of this bonerifficness, time to drink beers, kill queers, and watch the helpless Reds, oh fucking Robert, Zambrano’s on the mound for the Cubs. He might get pissed off enough to bend Dunn over the rail and pound him in the ass so that Dunn will Dunn all over himself then he’ll pick up his Dunn and Zambrano will make him eat his own Dunn then when he is Dunn he’ll strike out with a deaf crippled mildly retarded 16 year old school boy and Zambrano will just laugh because that is what an ass pirate does after laying the high heat into Dunn’s ass.
“I’ll be just fine, pretending I’m not.” - Thank you The Used. Now, for something completely different. - Thank you Monty Python.
There is an ice cream truck outside of my house and about ten kids standing in my driveway. It looks mostly like future whores-in-training with a few dumb-fucks mixed in. I’ve opened the drapes and I’m pacing around my living room with the shotgun over my shoulder randomly bursting out into violent screams that gets the dog howling like the sleeping coyote inside him has woken and is erupting from his own inner coyote with a massive erection. Everything is better with a massive erection.
I think my new car will be my uncle’s Wrangler. It is the best of both worlds. You could say that yes, the Wrangler is a bisexual on the car species. A morphodite. If it could, it would fuck his own vagina with her penis. I think I got my pronouns backwards just then but you get the picture.
Alright, enough of this bonerifficness, time to drink beers, kill queers, and watch the helpless Reds, oh fucking Robert, Zambrano’s on the mound for the Cubs. He might get pissed off enough to bend Dunn over the rail and pound him in the ass so that Dunn will Dunn all over himself then he’ll pick up his Dunn and Zambrano will make him eat his own Dunn then when he is Dunn he’ll strike out with a deaf crippled mildly retarded 16 year old school boy and Zambrano will just laugh because that is what an ass pirate does after laying the high heat into Dunn’s ass.