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Plutarch X
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"What I want from each and every one of you is a hard-target search of every gas station gloryhole, artistic residence, truck stop love nest, pumphouse and bathhouse…"

Ah, but there is…

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Anaal Nathrakh - Between Shit And Piss We Are Born

Here's hopin' Kristen Bell is a frequent guest.

A gaping diseased puckering maw oozing rancid rotfilth stink?

Now, we all have to sugar our own churro.

ah, yes, Croke.

Well, if we've learned anything from Ken Burns' Severed Penis Chronicles, those 'lil pesky dingus's are remarkably easy to remove, and that seems like a good thing.

Just keep on fuckin' that buffalo cowboy.

…The Juggalos
The Juggalos
We're climbing high and diving low
Through the sky, 'cross the land
Straight to you
With a helping hand
Ready with a helping hand
We're friends indeed
Should you need
If you ever need
The Juggalos
The Juggalos
We're in the air and everywhere
Flying high, flying loose
Flying free like we all could be…

That was pretty funny pixelatedboat; also amusing was you ejacking your knickers over the attention it received.

Sure does.
I would think an innate kind and gentle spirit would take up the mantle, not some sub-trog dolt.
He's no Bob Ross.

Have any of you idiot lying snowflakes told President Snowflake that yet?

Will a sewage treatment plan do?

But…is Trump man enough for Megaforce?

Are not the snowflakes coming to the defense of President Snowflake seeming more prone to delicate risk of meltdown even moreso than the snowflakes critical of President Snowflake?

This is the Holy Hexagram.
Plunge from the height, O God, and interlock with
Man!
Plunge from the height, O Man, and interlock with
Beast!
The Red Triangle is the descending tongue of grace;
the Blue Triangle is the ascending tongue of
prayer;
This Interchange, the Double Gift of

Would the 'eating' be of a succulent life-affirming consensual sexually playful manner befitting a cunning linguist…

He thinking of maybe reading a book (really a brochure) about potato chips after he gets laid.