So you got sold on the sounds of the jungle app....no more cassettes for your thrifty america, least not in this viewing pleasure. Ah, but what they didnt sell with it is the sound of Lemmings jumping of of buildings.
So here we are again. As promised, or was it threatened? On your favorite social media site or channel, skin tight tricky dick mask and all I have returned for your viewing diarrhea pleasure like an episode of Beavis and Butthead where the boys discover a dead body and fuck it with a meth pipe.
So you want to be evil? Yeah like that guy you saw on tv, since I know you never read a book....this is nearly the end of the world after all...so who could blame you? With that I suppose I wont be writing Blood Into Blog Volume three.....or trying to milk any kind of fame and fortune or at least cheap internet slut fucks out of it eh?
My cars...plural people are down for the count like Russel Brand at a bukake party. Yeah so I'm gonna pull a Russel Crowe sans the small penis....and beat some ass after I drink half the bar and shoot up with fourteen dirty needles that I got from odd jobs operating table. And this time no bath salts or jungle fever this motherfucker is made of concrete and it turns out its just an illusion anyway since I couldn't get laid in a aids ward.