If you gargle geometry when circle fucks square, does it wither away sales at the severed penis hotdog stand?

Just a steel town girl on a Saturday night, lookin' for the fight of her life.

It is no mere epistemological accident that we find ourselves here with you, with smiling tears. The imperious demands from the inferno of fate are always screeching for new members, with fresh blood pumping gushers for the cause. Among the rubble of delicious destruction you can build a new you…

Done ringturner burns in a plunderfarm hogbag:
riskdusker harbor rats on a ponderwander in loose
tombs of civilization—no single thrown cow udder pustule ruptures…

Curious, bi-curious, and furious George is, yet comfort he finds in the soft fuzzy arms of Ralph after an afternooner rampage.

I thought he was gonna play Lizzie, climb around & break shit, mainly buildings by methodically punching them to rubble.

Yeah, well, that's just, like, your opinion, man.

The Mommy log is left to raise the young twiglings alone
while the Daddy log goes off to find other logs to fuck.
Circle of Life.

Sometimes I think you have to march right in and demand your rights, even if you don't know what your rights are, or who the person is you're talking to. Then, on the way out, slam the door.

When I was a kid my favorite relative was Uncle Caveman. After school we'd all go play in his cave, and every once in a while he would eat one of us. It wasn't until later that I found out that Uncle Caveman was a bear.

The two in distress will be a lot more comfy once they accept their gifts of snuggies from the cozy clad neighborhood welcoming committee.

The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.

Yet rank and vile are the stench nuggets birthed in Vengeance of Tuurd…

May Aslan purr.

Seems like folks in Dookieville and Pooburg have a lot more community pride.

Bobby Peru knows about fucking.

Poundpudder Teslacoil Hecklin' Brutal Ballyanq Industries has last paycheck of $225001 for working 2 hours a week offline.,,

Turgid Viceroy

Fart barge largess upon repeated intrusive roostering…

Yet Bang Tango and Christopher Cross remember Saltsphere all too well…