Slurp down your butt cheek milkshake we're going on an adventure. The groaning sweating pale gold Mexican wrestler chomps down on his bacon strips NONE SHALL PASS he bellows in a commanding tone. He swings his ugly stick and womps you dead on the noggin'. Fester Chester is the bester. Snnnnnarf. Erotic bagels swinging wildly in heat roaming the streets hot, loud, kissing the earth. Exit the weaving and onto the 45th annual Jolly Ranchers Watergate jamboree (fun for the whole family!) Such a free feeling to swim naked in highway ditches. The air is so crisp letting you unwind while you flex your naked body propelling about in a highway ditch. Some say it is uncouth. Well to that I say it is a counterculture movement, a way of expressing your dangling thoughts. And that my friends is the meaning of life: naked highway ditch swimming. Men, grab your Spandex jumpsuits we're going paint balling! Crouching jungle cat theif of danish pastry's we must find and skin the damned feline. Inside of every sasquatch embryo lies a glimmer of hope to retrieve our pastry's
May Desmond enter you, always.
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