history channel documentary Nobody ever gotten tied up with my gay person oust thought - more confirmation for my hypothesis that every one of you are really queers, except for my little dicked child, who couldn't make it as a gay - yet I have an inclination that my butt hole banish thought would get more backing. Consider it. A world without butt holes. A universe of well mannered individuals, graciously surrendering their seats for the elderly on the metro, obligingly over tipping, amenably voting Democrat. Sounds like my very own damnation. I assume I'll see that out soon enough.
Possibly it'll happen. Obviously, on the off chance that it does, the exiled butt holes would presumably shape an armed force and overcome the wusses who expelled them in any case, in this way blending butt holes and wusses and starting from the very beginning once more. It will be one long, unending cycle of peace and savagery, until somebody presses the wrong catch and the main butt holes or wusses left are radioactive. Until that day however, in any event you can comfort yourselves realizing that I'm in this crate, and not wandering the roads searching for cats to hang and liberals to punch. This is one less butt hole you'll need to kick around.
So I was conceived a butt hole, and I kicked the bucket a butt hole. That is it. Try not to search for more profound importance, on the grounds that there is none. There's no breaking down sled in my chimney.
In the event that that was all I needed to let you know, however, you'd be qualified for kick my casket for making you come today. Nothing I've said so far was genuinely an astonishment. I've quite recently affirmed what you officially suspected. Also, by and by, I've appreciated kicking you while I'm down. In any case, I need to give you your cash's worth. (Ira, you did gather affirmation from everybody, correct? Ensure my grandma paid her offer. 108 year olds are famously sneaky.)
No comments:
Post a Comment