As My Cerebellum Drops a Meadow Muffin

Why must colonoscopys be so painful. All I ask is that I may have butt polyps removed with the aid of a CCD camera with little to no pain in my tender ass hole. The sloppy fat of an undisclosed fat man is jiggling as he walks on a Sunday afternoon. What may the fat man be pondering perhaps the recent love affairs of Batman. (Spicy love affairs I may add.) As the paedophile mall Santa touched me at the ripe and tender age of 4 he muttered but a few words " keep holding on kid your great." As my butt polyps act up I sit here scratching my haemorrhoid fearing yet another painstaking colonoscopy. my mukluks scream as the jelly-faced woman all sneeze and the one with the moustache says jeez I can't find my knees. My extendo neck cranes down the shirt of Desmond. 


May Desmond enter you always.

The Ballad Of Billis The Homemaker Part .1

In utero: wandering the dark underbelly of the exploding fireplace. May Peter the fornicate never diminish the greatness of THUNDER COCKS. As I drive down highway 911,666  and enter higway 5,318,008 I  wonder of the thunder cocks in their valiant grace, I urinate in diminishing acrimony and pure white hot rankling vexation. why must urination conflagrate so? Much to my charging the walrus of misfortune bringeth me to the underground circus betwixt the gates of Cock munch. Ariel's a fox. As I wander these empty halls I harken to the unhealthy articulation of none other than Rush Limbaugh. "May Desmond enter you" he makes known as he lay upright through the walls of thunder cock. "No but wet fart is rising" says I. To be continued.


May Desmond enter you always.

In Which the Kinder Farms Rise

I mentioned in the past that your procreating sample: complete balderdash. As I sit and wait for the crows to disperse on this overcast Sunday morn I ponder what life would be like if Technicolor was still used in modern film making. Many Farms have come and gone on the Dewdney Trunk overpass most notably the burrows in which whom other than Aaron Peniswalker spends his days. Phallic joysticks have been a subject of debate in the past couple of decades and I say that hat the Republicans are saying is a caboodle of cockamamy claptrap. Betwixt the demeaning neighbourhood of Watts and Norway is a little yellow island of the north of Kahtmandu.

May Desmond enter you always.