January 5th, 2009

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DISAGREE

DISAGREE WITH ME
IMMEDIATELY

GET DISAGREEABLE
GET PISSED AT ME

DISAGREE WITH ME
VIOLENTLY

DISAGREE WITH PORK
WHOLEHEARTEDLY

first stanza (C) L.F.H. otherwise (C) WAT Inc.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker
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thine existential gravy complex

thine existential gravy complex ist noble and wat-founding, however bout would bump the me up, up into the next tax bracket. and i'm already too big for my brackets, as you can see. it's in my qna. but enough about me, let me tell you about you. i've never met you. or have i? that depends on who this post decides to have read it. in any case, i may or may not know anything about you. this i can say for sure. what i cannot say for sure, however, is why the fireplace fascinates me so. brick cauldron of vulcanized turkish elk loaf burning like a tuna factory masticated by god himself dancing on butane under the lonely shade of a bloat shark tree. dandy muffins dancing cinderella, o wat whar was i? nevermind that, the fancy spotted mushrums undrnth her armpits put a damper on sexual advances that had been vigorous up to that point. wat, darling, don't you like snogzgoblins. anyways, i'm sorry, enough about me, let's talk about you. let's talk about how you're sure i'm sure about you being sure sure shure SONIONATTA ho mama chee woogie chimale bang wudder nudge the rudder RHYMEASAURUS mental gutta

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker
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sugar is the new cocaine

and burritos are teh new love handle, found under the sofa in the high heat of vacuuming season. precisely at this moment, a squadron of VAXen were just edging off the last couple K of of a calculation regarding the reverse kinematics required to build a robot capable of dancing like the king, Elvis. unhuh, thankyouverymuch. the robot proved to be an overwhelming success -- to the point where the hip joints caught fire, and technicians were forced to sacrifice their coffee mug contents. after a fresh round of grounds rectified the situation, the pope was brought up to date on the situation. he nodded solemnly -- it was time to bacon-shank the mig.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker