Here’s a weird rant of useless crap.
Plug my nose with gorillas. Why for speak to me in that way you fool?!?! Why must I sit here and vomit polysorbate 60 with a pile of vomiting yellow fish who have died in the middle of the summer while traversing a great cavern filled with a jelly like string substance that burns when peed upon? If I could count the number of times I have expelled gas from my olfactory senses then I might be able to solve the riddle of which came first, the chicken, or the horse and buggy carriage.
Ask me not for a reason for I cannot provide a question to answer because the last time I spoke, the pain the digested through my brain was so intense that a small piece of fecal matter exploded unto my fists creating a surge of energy so powerful that when I speak, it is in the tongues of other women.
If only I knew the answers. I seek for them daily. Where? Why? How? Does it cost much? Can I get a side order of fries with that tub of lard? Do you like being anally violated by robust cockroaches who infest the very nature of our being? No? Then I say that we should all have reasons to doubt that which does not speak to us in hair of the family. Father like figures don’t interact for fear of retribution from the dead. The dead speak with large horns and sounds of life much louder than the feather being dropped upon a fire-litten hammer. Joy!
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