…well, its a message from the future when Todd Palin is gonna be riding his Sarah fart-carcass so hard, harder than a snowmobile with tread made of cocks; he's gonna win a lot of trophies on the Corpse-Fart racing circuit…

…don't despair, word on the street is that we are poised to be entering a transcendent golden age, a veritable renaissance of assfart and corpsefartfuck media, a consilience: literary, filmic, musical, painting, sculpture; whatever blended spectrum conceivable by the cutting-edge creatives behind such relevant pungent…

…all indications are that Kirk Cameron's righteous christ-powered iron tight anus bodes well for his future use as a most powerful fart-carcass unit…

…i believe he has some sort of of cameo as a new form of life: a sentient fecalfart shartcloud born after a serious bout of Potter pooper pounding…

…fucking a horse sounds so gauche; i think they prefer equine erotic experimentation…

…will they include the heartbreaking ways Ted Hughes says goodbye whilst riding his beloved Sylvia Plath fart-carcass {which, btw went extra fast due to oven gas infusion} in the melancholy waters of the pond they used to stroll beside, holding hands speaking of everything and nothing, their dreams and passions for…

Blah, I'm sure it's very special; just seems bit of a letdown without a Harry Potter fart-ski carcass getting ridden hard…

…glad you asked about proper corpse-ski driving techniques; as you may have already surmised, the rotting todger serves double duty as both toggle switch throttle and steering mechanism, so proper pressure with grip and a gentle touch with steerage are required, lest the driver inadvertently remove the rotting cock…

…or it can even be six things…

…chuckles; they wish…maybe Carcass…

Had a hunch during nightwork to check in after shifts end on the way home; Reznor's Driver Down serving as intro into Bowie's I'm Deranged from the Lost Highway soundtrack blasting as best the pitiful system in the shit-mobile will allow on the drive through dark city streets. When i get to the place i moved from two…

…paraphrase of Bowie singing to Connelly..;-)

…wouldn't mind the old school three year waits between Episodes at all…

…it can be four things…

…perhaps it was not so much the constant flatulation or ever-present erection, but rather all those ejaculations of greasy squirming maggots blended with rotting blood & decaying viscera freely spurting and jettisoning forth from rot ripped slit on tip of said ever-present erection that certain delicate festival folks…

…on that parallel earth where they spell it Barnstine Bears, Reaper Season Six is pretty darn good; all of Ray Wise's devil ex-wives have teamed up with the Reaper gang to stir the pot…

"Your mother sews socks that smell !"

…a couple shots of Thunderchrome and a few finely chopped rails of Snowflake Furnace ought to make one spry…

…everything he did, he did for you…

…cp's posts seem to reek of that peculiar blend of arrogance and ignorance born of a mix of ego and insecurity, along with that defiant pride at being part of the problem, not to mention the obviously unnecessary undercurrent of hostility; he adds little fun to the humble happy av club comment box neighborhood,…