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that got swallowed up by the fog, young Tracy Wilkins knew cousin Tim's left nut was abnormally round, after all they had lived together, sharing rat droppings, snoozing in laundry chutes, smacking bruised lips together like hyenas on ******.
Just in case you want to sue let me correct failing parts of your face
with injectable botulism food poisoning & sand-based silicone glue
after I probe your ****** like an obstetrician whose patients are few.
HUNDREDS OF MILES AWAY FROM NEW JERSEY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GREEN SARGASSO SEA where nobody is, except people in ships, Karen married her ex-lesbian lover Shirley in a civil ceremony by a mermaid dressed as a bishop. Later, after they consummated their marriage with passionate ex-lesbian ***, they threw each other overboard and were never seen again above water because they're now, presumably, living fifty miles below the surface in the Great Underwater Mermaid Kingdom of Ex-Lesbians that's just like Atlantis except with a full ex-lesbian government.
Whilst patrolling my fortified, Nazified, sub-tropical Florida region
I see that **** George Zimmerman's whiter than a blond Norwegian
in his self-appointed role as a *****-shooting Europoidal European
who pimps ***** to roll dipsomaniacs at Sanford's American Legion "Only **** babies in self-defense" is the unaborted rule that I live by
& "don't never impregnate no black gal who was born a black guy"
It's a-o.k. to give Sanford pigs some name that's but a phony handle
like Kent C. Well, **** Too Tight, Robin Banks &/or Tony Candle,
Gaye Barr, Anita Bath, Harry Azcrac, Dixie Normus, Stony Mantle,
Nida ***, Lou Stools, Buster Cherry, Dixon Butts or Bony Randall,
plus Argentina's well-rotted, crapped-out actress hag Olga Zubarry,
who lived to bury ****-*****: Pork Chop Annie & Polka Jew Perry Mongols grow Occidentalized by Walmart's imported Chinese trick
& even ******-rich richer than a Bakersfield-deported Chicano hick Litters of swimmin' kittens are escaping Oscar like did Felix Unger
from the Apocalypse of Fukushima's China syndromic helix hunger Polite folk accommodate futt-bucking ******* by calling them gays
just as Wendy's accommodates idiotic patrons by giving them trays
For U.S. marines *** rights are earned during their boot-camp days
like when David Hasselhoff spent his T.V. time bay-watching bays,
in the era Reagan occupied his senile mind hoarding guns with rays while selling Latin American Marxists missiles to prove crime pays during our presidential-election cycle in its suspended-reality phase when Hawaiian babes charge nothing for their flowery, virginal leis
to celebrate the Hawaiian Babes' Free Flowery, Virginal Leis craze featuring tropical ******* & purpley nips guaranteed to amaze
in the orchid-rained-in-depths of our historically blue-blooded haze upon the moon's far side where-from souls are dispatched by Grays
there are no Jimmy Swaggart-$10-Johns anointing ***** with praise
while damning hell-fire Christians to the horror of a martyred blaze
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐢𝐥𝐥. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤-𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝. "𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥.
ROGER CORMAN DODGED FOUR CORPSMEN centuries before emperor Julius Caesar rubbed his wife's **** with dog pus just to make her happy because in 1944 F.D.R. farted so violently that it shot him out of his wheel chair and into the squirmy lap of Sammy Davis, Junior's aunt's former gynecologist. Did you not know that punching your neighbor's former gynecologist can make you very happy? If you suffer from diarrhea for 3 days, according to witches from Kentucky, you'll become totally deaf for 63 hours. A log that weighs 200 pounds is hard to lift by normal lesbians.
TRACY! Are you saying that my intense lesbian love for you is 5%
insincere? Because if you are, you're 98% wrong & I mean it! Look
out! Here comes the worst **** guilt-trip ever! Where are we at? Is
our lesbian relationship real? Of course it's real. My mother's friend
Josephine Wilson was a lesbian for many years. Her lesbianism and
lack of lesbian sincerity secretly broke up the Beatles & caused lots
of trouble between ****, Bill & Keith. Yes, I read that recently and
I'm very confident in what you say. Okay then, so let's swap gallons
of post-****** vaginal ooze together with each other a lot right now!

**** JAMES BOND AND HIS YUGOSLAVIAN SLICK CHICK
After I quit hemorrhaging like a bleeder, I will be saving money for
a few days without stopping. I'll buy a dog collar & a large piece of
salmon & save 13 dollars. Tomorrow I'll save fifty-five thousand or
more on a sail boat! It is going to be a touchy-feely Christmas when
I ***** Santa Claus in five ways that make him feel uncomfortable,
I'm sure, more sure than a tractor mechanic with horrible gonorrhea
who lives life on the edge like James Bond when he's having *** or
jumping out of a fast helicopter with a slick chick from Yugoslavia!
Kitty Lee of the Morongo Basin asks: "Can 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘴 experience the 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 love that normal couples enjoy on the Earth's surface?" Rue F. Collins of N.A.S.A. relies: "Yes, even though my late mother had an extra labial flap, she enjoyed copulating with foreigners till her **** ruptured."
We baked ****** cake and scarfed marijuana doughnuts to make
our tongues purple, then we bathed in bubble bath water
till our ****** became ovaries for some reason.
was put to humanitarian use when Beau and
Bosie, arm-in-arm, launched themselves in-
to 𝘋𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘟. "I can't believe everybody
is as gay as a pink picnic basket here!"
Beau exclaimed in a faggy intonation
while Bosie played with a ball of
yarn under a rippled glass table.
WAS THAT AN ACCIDENT TOO? I loved you a million times more than your half-sister ever did before you backed over me with your Mack truck. "Sorry," you said. "Are you okay?" You asked. "Sure, I'm fine. I'll feel better after I have my crushed legs amputated." I replied, emotionally hurt and wondering about our future together.

JUANITA'S NEIGHBOR was an ex-lesbian from Canton (the city in Ohio). One day, as they were both revving their car engines, Juanita threw a beer bottle at a cop squatting behind a fire hydrant taking a **** (the cop, not the fire hydrant, was taking a ****). "You can't throw a beer bottle at a cop *******!" The ex-lesbian neighbor exclaimed because she was a crazy-*** cop-lover.
I want to be buried in a grave after I die, not three months before I die and then I want to smoke Mexican cigarettes with a gang of Cuban Negroes for a few days during my next unpaid vacation and then I want to go swimmin' with their crack *** women.
That camper toilet is shaped like Julia Roberts! Yes, that's right. It's useful for campers and their friends in the woods. Simply sit on it and let go. But why is it shaped like Julia Roberts? Because we have a licensing agreement with her brother Eric. He's the brains behind the former beauty.
With Tyrone, La Reessa had known a lot of passion but 1 day Ty &
his ****-buddy fled the ghetto 'cause they found 5 billion pesos with
a note that read: “To Tico for your crippled leg operation from your
good friend Santa Claus.” Later, after a few years had slipped by, at
dawn there was a knock on La Reesa's door. It was old Tyrone with
a smile on his face. “I'm back!” He announced. La Reesa was really
confused. “Tyrone! I thought you were dead!” She screamed as 875
Mexicans surrounded her with work visas. “Christ!” Tyrone yelled.
“Yes!” La Reessa divulged very annoyingly. “I'm the number 1 em-
ployer of temporary Mexican workers in southwestern Minnesota!”
The large shed out back provides ample storage space for stuff you bought and for stuff you shoplifted. The bathroom has a toilet for quiet nights of pooping alone or with your neighbor. You'll find a small kitchen near the door where people can be cooked if you're like Jeffrey Dahmer and eat people. There's no garage but you can park under a big oak tree that's been struck by lightning and's about to fall over and smash any car under it. There's a nest of rats under the porch but don't worry because the snakes will get them.
SEE WHAT REAL MEN ARE MADE OF at the autopsy exhibit. Food, fun and beer-swigging for all ticket-holders! Don't sit in the rain when you can be enjoying family-friendly Viet Cong-style executions! **** a ****** for mommy while large badgers claw at your entrails! Deep-throat a "big one" in a bread truck! ***** mysterious women with no clothes on! It's all for charity: Saint Jude's Cancer Torture Hospital!
“𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀?” 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱-𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗢𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗲'𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘀é𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲. “𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲-𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀
𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘆 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗺 & 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺!”
He's known as College Boy, a young do-gooder with a superior education. What's he doing here? Waiting for the opportunity to put his college-training to the test. But how? By saving us from ourselves. You see, College Boy has a heart that's bigger than the vastness of outer space and he means to use it to rescue men and women who have lost their way. College Boy sounds like an amazing individual. What's he doing now? He's urinating behind that garbage can over there near a large oak tree. Is he married? No. He's a homosexual. That's too bad because I could love him in a non-homosexual way of course. Yes, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦.
If Elvis hadn't crapped out in 1977, would he still be alive? Possibly. Of course, he could've crapped out in any year since then. Did Elvis ever have spinal surgery? No. Could Elvis swim faster than a dolphin? No. Is it true that Elvis wore a ****-strap lined with mink fur? Yes, but only after midnight. Could Elvis speak Dutch? No. I read that Elvis liked women with large vaginas. Is that true? Yes. Could Elvis sing underwater? No. Nobody can, *******! My uncle could before he drowned. If Elvis were the president of Mexico, would he be able to speak Mexican? Unlikely.
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