Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Everytime I masturbate, God kills the Pope

My heart is filled with sorrow and the future is indeed bleak; free thinking as we know it may very well be in danger of receiving a lobotomy. I can’t help feeling though this is the beginning of the end. Free Speech is only accepted if it’s nice speech, and those naughty cheerleaders are much more important than the astronomical and unexplainable rise in gas prices.

The other day, I kid you not; I saw a pink port-a-potty onna flatbed truck riding down the highway. Precious Pink Port-a-Potties; soft and reassuring on the outside, but still a crap hole on the inside.

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