the day will soon come when they affix their propellers to their beanies and ascend into the sky, into their rightful place as the janitors in heaven. behold the majesty of their beady eyes, the devine grace of their snoots. these are truly gods chosen people. they suffer here dwelling amongst the lesser races, their long persecution is nearly ended. oh sons of cain, fruit of the forbidden fruit.....cry out in righteous pain as you strike us poor savages. we crave your holy buggery.
yes. One walks among you gifted with the ability to read the braille of the acne of the Cheeto snarfling masses. my fingers drip with the sebaceous secrets that tell me the hour of the great colon blow is at hand. I have heard the jabbering yowls of the beasts in the storm drains, and they tell me that greatness awaits he who sits on his ass and allows the intelligence agencies to do their holy work. for what is life without couch valor? the soughing of the waves upon the shore. a great battle rages in Alexandria. the janitor must choose between barkeepers friend and comet to clean up the shed entrails of the innocent. much as at stake. if even one drop of blood remains he will be fired, and then who will buy the new smart TV when the one he just bought fails next year?
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drstrangegov ago
the day will soon come when they affix their propellers to their beanies and ascend into the sky, into their rightful place as the janitors in heaven. behold the majesty of their beady eyes, the devine grace of their snoots. these are truly gods chosen people. they suffer here dwelling amongst the lesser races, their long persecution is nearly ended. oh sons of cain, fruit of the forbidden fruit.....cry out in righteous pain as you strike us poor savages. we crave your holy buggery.
77777777777 ago
Beedy eyes = FTM
Slavosaurus2 ago
That was poetic in a weird but good way
drstrangegov ago
yes. One walks among you gifted with the ability to read the braille of the acne of the Cheeto snarfling masses. my fingers drip with the sebaceous secrets that tell me the hour of the great colon blow is at hand. I have heard the jabbering yowls of the beasts in the storm drains, and they tell me that greatness awaits he who sits on his ass and allows the intelligence agencies to do their holy work. for what is life without couch valor? the soughing of the waves upon the shore. a great battle rages in Alexandria. the janitor must choose between barkeepers friend and comet to clean up the shed entrails of the innocent. much as at stake. if even one drop of blood remains he will be fired, and then who will buy the new smart TV when the one he just bought fails next year?