where everything seems to be click'n like clock work...as Lil KIM's (feature'n SISCO...why not!) "HOW MANY LICKS" breaks the sound barrier on yer magnavox hi-fi shelf stereo system just as you get to that point of sheer explosive no return ecstasy...
where you can feel the bells of Saint Jim Beam...Saint Johnny Walker and Saint Jose Queervo that you made out with earlier bang'n on yer fuck'n ear drums...
wish'n you'd worn yer swimm'n goggles to bed only cuz yer "not so gentleman caller" tips his head back at a 45 degree angle popp'n his jaw open like a pez dispenser and lett'n out a boisterous whale like a wookie...
as he blasts off like skyrockets at night...fill'n yer eyesockets with buckets full of his thick'n'creamy afternoon delight...well...suffice it to say...i will dispense with the visuals but happy with that lil pocket of emergency visine i had on me that blissful even'n (you can porn hub that on yer own kittens )
well...F-I-N-A-L-L-Y after 13 long as fuck arduous years...just like a burst
of oozy sulfuric baby batter bath'n the center of yer corneas...the KANKERSOREDASHIANS (well kittens...i don’t wanna jinx the elections results again...so i’m stay’n outta it) who have been nothing but an ongoing eyesore...have at long last run outta jizz!
though i unfortunately only had to suffer thru 2 episodes some years back
at my cuz's wedd'n in FL...it was 2 episodes too much...i decided i found drink'n drano shots and stick'n tooth picks between my toenails as a much more entertain'n solution fer myself personally
now don't get on yer huffy bike and contact yer city council members...
everyone is entitled to turn their brain cells into a bucket of petrified chicken wings of their choose'n and unfortunately they'll be around fer one more season before close'n up shop fer good and good fer them...the mother parlayed a fortune parade'n her kids into meal tickets fer far too long just to fill their cosmetic addictions all while dumb'n down most of the masses that sit on their asses...turn'n ordinary casserole crowds into lobotomized lumps of lunacy...
and i fer one am thrilled to no longer run across another FB post or news worthless gabfest regard'n Kim's gelatinous filled phony ass staple gunned into some glittery saran wrapped dress at another body dysmorphia drive-thru ribbon cutt’n ceremony or one of Kylie's shitty make-up tutorials cuz i never kared to keep up with these kanker sores in the first place...that is all!
now GET OFF MY DRESS!
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