Kevinpalooza

.

.

.

.

I’m gonna rip your fart out, Dumbledorf.V Cut..take two. I’m gonna rip your heart out, Dumbledorf. Cut..take three. I’m gonna rip a robotic fart and drop my pants so it doesn’t linger. Cut. That’s a wrap.

.

.

.

I’ll always remember my mom & dad tucking me in every night, singing the soothing lullaby of “I’M A MONSTER I’M A MONSTER I’M A MONSTER I’M A MONSTER” right in my stupid fucking toddler ears.

Incomparable glamour

Groucho Marx asks for a leggy blonde, so his brothers send him a large-thighed chicken with a wig on. Groucho murders the chicken and sends the body parts to his brothers. His brothers start a pet shop called You're Marxin' Up The Wrong Tree and send Groucho a 'Sorry For Fucking With You' note and a $3 gift card. Hey, too little too late "brothers".

.

.

.

voblex, i want some of your drugs* *compliment

.

.

.

.

.

“The Goonies? What’s that, father?”.. “Well mother, it’s a group of five or more kids all running around and talking at the same time for 90 minutes.” Mother then cocks a half smile and commits murder-suicide with the .45 she was hiding the whole time. End scene.

.

I only acknowledge primate rectum referenced in the gospels

I'm deeply ashamed. Of what or whom, I'm not entirely sure.

I'd love for someone to deny it.