August 6th, 2004

November 9

As the dust slowly cleared, we nervously picked our way towards the epicenter of the disturbance.

Steeping around a sparking cable and leaning over a broken wall, my worst fears were confirmed.

It was John Paul, all right. His floppy jowels would the flopping no more.

Somewhere in the distance, a 303 farted.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker

Township

AND I'LL FOUND A TOWN IN TEXAS
AND CALL IT ANAL FALLS OF EXCESS


i am a truely revolutionary lyricist.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker