02/10/26
The Burning Coal of Wisdom Crammed Inside the Anus of Truth
|  Natureby Violet Tiara   September 15, 2003 Lovely limping little lepers
like to lick my Dr Pepper. Lice feel nice as honey-nuts buzz right up a buzzard's butt. Screaming beetles weave through weevils so rude they chewed all my Big League Chew. "Motherfucker!" go call Smuckers 'cause I just made some weevil jam. My own mother's been sending me Spam— Ma'am, I can only fry so much spiced ham! "Goddamn!" that ram likes Spam. "Get him a bib!" Shut up, I am. Nothing's as funny as Quakers in nature with big-ass hats and no coffee maker. Prepare to meet your maker, Quaker, those bears can smell that you're a faker. Butterflies ring septic skies like jellied lies at Mai-Tai time. Dragonflies who thought it wise bob in my drink with drowning cries. "Nature's a reamed dream," screams a beam of impure light. "You bet your bed on a cock fight, so you've got no right to prophesize." Carneys copulate with a cornucopia… This is a sorry excuse for Ethiopia! Piss on this, I declare that nature is bunk! And it smells like somebody puked on a skunk. Camping with carneys and Quakers? A fool's proposition! Now get me the hell out of here— and don't spare the ammunition! Quote of the Day“Don't run if you can walk. Don't walk if you can stand. Don't stand if you can sit. Don't sit if you can lie down. Don't like down if you can sleep. Don't sleep if you can be put into a medically induced coma. Don't be put into a medically induced coma if you can kick back in an iron lung and have machines shit for you. Don't do any of that if golf is on TV.”-Lazy Larry Lisbaine Fortune 500 CookieYou're gonna die this week. Sorry we couldn't put a more clever spin on that. In the meantime, try pouring sugar on your cereal instead of milk. Fuck it, what's anybody gonna do about it now? If it's any consolation, almost everyone in the world doesn't know you're alive anyway. This week's lucky coffin models: Dirt Rocket III, Econo-Sarcophagus Jr, The Spruce Moose, Office Max Moving Box Model 223117, The Bobsled to Hell, Spring-Loaded Jokester's Delight, Seventh Generation Biodegradable Grandma Sack, foot locker in your ex-boyfriend's closet.Try again later. Top 5 Reasons Facebook is Losing Users
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