So here we are again. Fifteen years later....wait no? Well the fuck it. However many years later. Here we are again. Still not enough hits for adsense, still not enough crimes for the history books. Floating like a turd in the ether again, writing on the same cracker that somehow didn't digest from last nights clam back spaghetti and ulcer pies.
Put It Up
The New Gospel of Spider-Man
Now this time...last time...Promise. No I am once again lying as I can see the future but refuse to divulge what will be for this blog and ye. Yes like two girls one truck...dont ask this Justin Beiber fist fuck does have some serious content sometimes...so to get on with it like Bruce Buffer, a fruit ninja and three stray cats, I present to you.....
Plenty O Fishes
Yeah. That’s right old Suzanna come get it with guilty pleasure like this was fantasy island and all the chicks got dicks, so it turned into the hard love boat and you were wearing stripes. I still got it since sickness don’t get well unless you die or try to get better, and we all know for every roll of clarity there's twenty rolls for disparity.
When It's Luv
You had to tell the guy you love him. Yeah. The other guy. Not him. Did you do it to fuck with his mind? Is that your rationale? That your so important he needs to hear that to not find you face you fuck you....face?
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