Dildo soaked in bleach up your ass after they used it to felate Jacko. Isnt it like that everyday, all this offense over some defense some dense fucking drama covered in shit with sprinkles on it. Like a runny rim job on the forth of July with a firecracker stuck to your nuts.
I come here today to say I dont know what to say other than that I want to pull out a machette and reinact deep throat with a woman dressed like a mime who has blown a monkey while she sings show tunes. This train of thought is like eating pills that just came out of a pile of someones exlax aids covered post mortem flatulation. Then you ask....is there a point to this blog? My only response is to stare with my milky eyes into a toilet full of tomatoes and soft boiled eggs covered in tobasco sauce, all while asking when Elvis is gonna come back.
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