March 30th, 2016

  • roybot


my plinkets all askinder. my metatarsles uncooperative not enough metamewsill. you can't tarsel without meta, just like jesus said. i wouldn't want to tangle with that tarsle. poindexter communion is the science of achieving the ultimate. for nay and went the filth of society into god's box of bandaids like a skunk, into the night, farting hydrofluorochlorocarbons, gloriously, until the alternator finally stuck to the left. embrace the lead: it is your god. it is in your tubes. it writes your school rapport. pterodacyls bow before it. why not you too

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker