Thursday, November 18, 2004
CLANDESTINE CAPITALIZED CAPITALISTIC CONFLICTS FOR KICKS, NOT TRIX FOR KIDZ
president of the philippines was here today.
how's your stool sample sara sample?
-7 disc golf was my new record the other day.
addiction is a fey.
living the life of a sailor.
sailors stink of seaweed and sucklehoney sandwiches, for pleases, me cheeses, sneezes, fo schneeeeeesays.
write about your life.
kevin kackles for kundrums.
shaftherd never heard your word for turd nerds. werd.
clack goes the american worker.
calunk goes the majorette.
cachin-siltania goes the pad ped disher.
chunnel love is your marionette.
everything is beautiful in its own pain.
so sayeth the flock.
cockknocker for soccer snatchers looking for purse pfizers for kicks, tricks, licks, hicks, sickshit mix whips for schlipschness, infinitesimal for shizzle nizzle fizzle de whistle stop caravan mother country fuzzy wuzzy cuzzy nazzletooth perhaps too fruit-tee for me you see hee hee tee tea for seafarwaring daring caring malarian stricken kittens for shitzens in my kitchen, for bitchin camaro don't you diss me marcello. from urugay. don't you pay my way, bay-bay.
(this messages was delivered to you straight from Geraldine Ferraro's widow)
sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy.
i love everyone named john denver.
and especially, to Red China, without with, none of would be possible to speak of.
except for the salad dressing.
red china has shitty salad dressing.
you wouldn't believe it.
but, it's true i tell you this.
if you mean to talk privately, consult your furniture salesperson for further assistance.
no additional tank dressings will be required of you m'lady.
fuzz you and your situational comedy hack loving brother in law fuckstains who prey on children purely for cash, profit and american self-worth.
i'm glad we've worked everything out together.
eat more soup.