What a terrible pizza that sounds like. For a canvas that could be topped with an infinite number of things cheese pizza is the most boring fucking thing on earth.

What about Grimsby Chundleford? Does his or her plot line progress in a meaningful fashion? Will they add yet another Caroline?

I apologize if I had a lapse in grammar, hopefully you won’t find me slightly contumacious in regards to my diction?

Sounds like a plan, just strive to govern your arousal at my dictation.

You type well for a fellow recently deceased of a penis drill-induced frontal lobe trauma zombie. The struggle is real, I’m glad you reached out.

My servant Alabaster is competent in that regard, I’m sure he’ll suit our purposes nicely.

Umm, and a daisy chain of unicorns and dragons watched the spectacle whilst blowing one another? Needs the whimsy I feel.

Trump disparaging a former female Secretary of State?!?! I’m so shocked my cock just blew off, turned into a penis drill missle and burrowed itself deeply into my brain, killing me.

Somebody probably died where you’re currently standing right now, in a potentially grisly fashion.

That’s mostly what us as humans spend time doing. Being dead and all.

It’s glowing endorsements like these that keep me being a soulless warlock well into my 300's.

Do they take to the drink better? You have to abuse those chicks psychologically from hatching to engender the level of alcoholism you need to complete the incantation.

That’s the point M’lady, the glitter trails lead lost souls to the underworld.

Great, now I can sleep soundly tonight knowing that menace has been put to rest.

I would also hump her knee?

I mean why not? Hell bring a tin of Reagan’s frozen semen in a wetsuit.

Trim City at the orchard for me when I cruise up loosely draped in a satin coverlet on my serpent drawn chariot.

Is rim job daisy chain an option?

Make a pentagram on your bathroom ceiling from a poultice of your own hair, a gallon of ram’s blood, and the livers of fifteen alcoholic chickens. Cover yourself in a thick layer of golden glitter while chanting that song from The Little Mermaid about Ariel wanting legs in Aramaic and boom, no more spirits.

Never found her remotely entertaining. Seems pretty heavy to turn the lights on and ask survivors of sexual assault to stand up. Next we’re gonna talk about the holocaust and trot some dog fighting survivors onstage so as to inspect their gruesome injuries, maybe afterwards watch videos of knee surgery...