KrangkaDelic

that chicken didn't get in yer belly by signing checks, Holden Caulfield....

Clearly outline your stinking process.

This meta-tale of yours is on the edge of STORY, lady gaga, but your music is just awful.

Chosen People, Frozen Pizza; do I have to draw you a map?

lumet was a master of the implied daisy-chain

I smile as I pen it - Ernest Borgnines' water just broke on the floor of the senate.

for sooth/ for shame

there wouldn't be language if not for a monkeys' cock - am I right, ladies?

nice

genghis khan has armpit vaginas

eight really equals D? dont get it...

Lean, mean bean-dropper, sucker of the finite-gobstopper; sweater wearer, smirk sharer - tall, enunciated, obamacarer - I am the Aukerkrat: your auburn godhead; make ready your noise holes, and bow low before me.

That slug that feeds full behind the ear of madness would like to see you now.

Large incestuous helio-pods; who run Sumerian sanatoriums, pool their resources in summer-time, while they laugh by their aquariums.

Front-bum and you got yourself a deal

Stringfellow Hawk apply de-icer, oh sure, like when helicopter freezes over

bobby b, billcos-buk, huell howser (pft & ja), the oscars billy crystal, whompler; all gods

Turns out the Bart-Man had been doing us all this time.

Now that's what I call your mothers' attorney.

rogaine is a helluva drug

"Go vortex-shuffle with your own kind, Shaffer, no-one wants ye here 'cept 'manda, and she just went to bed outside, yeah you heard me - outside, you know under the stars like the way a brave combat soldier sleeps when they sleep outside, yeah that's right, she's totally special like our troops and moreover still she's pure, yeah you heard right Morton, pure: purer than you assbags could ever hope to be, probably even purer now than that first day she rode into town with Burnett, you remember, right? you called her raw? ho-boy. sure, she was raw - yeah, who wasnt back then in 96 - 96 like you wouldnt believe MAN! now that was discman doomsday let me tell you- every raver, rocker, brit-popper or grunger out for themselves, mate! and you better believe the gansters stalked the fringes -oh boy! - always on the look-out to advance in the game.crossing over, but never loosin the cool, i mean its over lapping social groups, man, thats what its all about, what vibrance! christ i can feel the pulses, man, spooky fucking pulses man, like from god, or aliens" Late nights with davids' ketamine are soon to end; we are to regain our sanity, but loose a good friend

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Knowing the dual function of the damselfly penis as you do, I knew you'd appreciate the japing routines contained within Kobolds' manilla envelopes. Feel free to return the favour someday, y'big dumb shit.

this warms my inner arms

Comedy's meant to be scene and not herd.