You think you're sick? I think you're ruined.

Mar 30, 2020 15:02

Tell me 3 things all of which don't rhyme with sandbags.
If the first time you tell me a story is the last time you'll tell me that same story I'll be born a Azerbaijani.
Take a cube and turn it into a worthless rectangle.
Take that same rectangle and strangle your pet iguana to the point of climax.
Lizards are famous for their autoerotic asphyxiation tendencies.
The tentacles of a Squirrel are no more adhesive than the fingers of a Prussian scythe.
You combine all of those elements in a barrel with a hole in it, you'll find yourself leaking all over the bedroom floor. And noooo, it's not blood. It's way worse. It's your Chi that a Vegan Hippie Woman slammed down your urethra for good measure. Want crystals? I'll shove them down into you.
I'll shove a yoga pose into your nostrils and then a Kombucha sauce into your rectum.
That's gross they said. Yeah, until it formed you into someone more attractive than the Elephant man.
"I am not an animal" he shouted as a he politely asked former congressman Pete Stark from California to take a seat in front of him because the showing of Our American Cousin was about to commence.
Seedless is fruitless. And fruitless is seedless.
How can you perform the next reproductive measure?
You can't if you're a dickless, spineless, self inflicted Marsupial.
Can you help out the perfunctory pianist at the latest Symphony?
He forgot how to read notes and it is disturbing to me. Sheet music, Sheet Music, Carnegie Hall.
Practice it you fuck!
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