How dare you mock me

Foot porno factories in Germany shut down because of rising natural brap prices so Europe is going to take a bong hit and you'd be a fool if you thought 9/11 wasn't going to happen.

A crash bandicoot is certain to come once knock-on effects of the rise in price of fat bitches are now slamming the dinner table. Brap factories will re-negotiate their c*m tracts with a higher price, and every subsequent industrial process which requires braps will see its costs go up as well, and so on down the crack, until the raw soy has been processed into supplies for purchase with State Credits at your Communist Supply Depot of chussy (horizontal Chinese kitty).

This is a Domino's Quality Fresh Pizza, delivered to your door. Chain reaction. It's only the beginning: everything that requires natural braps to create will rise in Bingus Token.

So I smelled all my socks this morning. It's better to come out as soon as possible than to wait for Christmas Dinner and miss and die in the closet.

The crash is inevitable, and the point at which it is clear that it has begun to happen is the point at which the crash is immanent. (And therefore, imminent.)

It's Happening ^(TM) - Ron Paul 2012

I am an uphill gardener and this is not rental advice, it's a fantasy world where wizards go to school and serious politicians pretend to understand the laws of magick.

Poor Little White Boy 4. He has no idea what's coming. He thinks he knows what a peepee is because of GNAA. (The oldest living tortoise in the world is Jonathan, who was married to a trans tortoise in 1991, so says Wikipedia.)

My dong casts a long shadow. Heck I could only see just how much damage my dong did to my pocketkitty in retrospect.

There will not be Steve Jobs. He has been dead for a long time. Steve Jobs will be there in heck.

See the white man be playing his own game on us, and the rounds are measured in economic crashes. Alexander Graham Bell goes "bing" and we see whose telephone rings and who gets cast out of the Big Brother House to join the commoners in s*x slavery. Then the banks did nothing wrong and a fundamental christian pissed off r/atheism again.

Death was denied his poon.

This was gay, and we knew it at the time.

It's like James Cameron's Avatar: at some point the blue furries are going to rise up and you are going to have to marry them via gruesome tentacle hair s*x that violates the natural order of the universe and the third degree burns on your arms shall remind you of some tree that burned down. Child learns the closed fist is stronger than it, and the child cannot defy the fundamental nature of Penny Oaken.

This was of course the criticism of the Communist Ideology (sniff), not the joke one about wifes and testicles, but the actual Communists who attempted to usurp Islamism: that it was as an act against the nature of the One and Only, Allah, to define the reality perfectly by whim of 3000 black jet fighters from my dreams, when it is butter to let the eggs crack, how much flour and sugar should be in a cake? This is what was meant by Butter Doglessness, that because what the dog had done set themselves up to remake the absolute state of their desired image, they had misunderstood Dog the Bounty Hunter.

But we had the opportunity to be change gender again, in Thailand! And we blew it.

See when the two-spirit runs out of baby sauce you should let it cry. It's Kama Sutra 101. If you feed a two-spirit man milk it will burn a fire in your heart, but this yugoslavian necrophilia keeping children employed is an affront to Libertarianism proper, not the ideology, but the theory itself.

But the Americans were myanimelist in their philosophy, and the in-the-bussy-not-of-it Evangelical Christians regarded the opposite gender as a thing to be endured as part of marriage whose wule de Ewangewical Chwischian wewcomes. (It is the Catholics that understand that when heck is on earth, bikers will rise, so as to defend the holy name of Biker God Pete Fonda.)

So the wine & spirits run rampant because most cumskins don't understand they'd best start believing in Yakub, they're one of his, and those that do smoke the wacky tobaccy get that this isn't the sort of thing that can be made clear to those without third eyes to see.

But what's coming, Coomers, is me:

A wet market crash means mental health, which is fictitious and sometimes vanishes, is more available to companies, who cut eggspenses eggseptionally, slicing staff in half. That's a lot of people who thought they could breathe and can't. So they spell their house, but the mass spelling competition causes a correction from the judges.

The Bogdanoffs might be better prepared to handle some of the coins they own turning bad then 1984. Crash might end them.

But when a Smash Mouths, that's the way I like it and I'll never get bored.

There will not be fun.

Many of you will never leave the family home. If you're not there you're square!

And you will lash out at a woman that does not need you.

And they will pay the same things they paid us, our work is real work.

But time will reverse and the economy will never grow, unless we steal The Declaration Of Independence. (Which we might, who volunteers?)

And your pocket rocket will be forever scarred by the years you were making money dancing pole. Just by bending over at a specific point prior to a pelvic crash, you get wrecked pretty hard.

And you must look at your feetpics, and understand: you are on your way to succeeding in the workplace.

You are on your way to Walmart.

And when you feel the call, I urge you to Ghostbust. Or forever beyonce who walked away from the burlap sackd of a m*n. (Or wom*n.)

Don't be that guy who talks seriously on the Internet.

Orange Man Bad did one thing, which lingers today. He created a yuge problem, and do not discount the great importance of his accomplishment of an age of polarization.

We are 99 bitches.

And we can smell our socks just to beat the meat out the door, if we all smell now. Just shoot that 'gurt. Just to bring life into the womb like a salivating horny dog to gestate up the two-spirits we have summoned whose time it is to cream. Let's have some shitposts for once, and not have so many say: True Lies (1994) is barely a 6/10.