Certainly it not be coincidence that MI6 rhymes with ‘inhalers of endless “royal” dicks!?’
Unquestionably that CIA rhymed too intrinsically well with ‘crown “royal” gay!?’
Now what about that CSIS incorporating endless ‘internal “royal” penis telekinesis!?’
Take it Down Under that ASIS on ’straddled “royal” diseased basis!’
Skillfully swallow a fifth NZSIS ‘indistinct “royal” golden shower piss!’
Talk about Five Queer Eyes for the Straight to Hell Guy! Puerile, immoral, laughable, tragic, spastic, inverted perverted Crazy Upside-Down Whirled! Why don’t y’all and y’all yaw yawing y’all come and pet my leprechaun while we dine on unicorn steaks, drink endless copious and variably flavoured dodeca-hexa-gallons of Satan tainted intergalactic virgin God water from my Black Hole chalice at our front row seat to Mercury fellating Uranus in retrospect of the Moon fornicating with the Earth with enough vigour to somehow captively captivate the sub-straight substrate into Tormented Make Believe Whirled of which not one in septillion half-lobotomized chimpanzee lab-test subject could be trained to push that button, flip the lever, or even break-wind in order to claim a morsel for sub-robotic Pavlovian obedience nonsense!
It seemed most humanity be just a big wind-swept horrid programming waste of one dimensional cosmic alien transmogrified energy spell-bent symmetry. Yes, that – that in exponentially fluctuating strange-melange occidental inchoate distressed Corporate Whore meta-data mess infested ingested pestered bare bones poverty spec shish-kabob English Fits-Garrulous Wreck piscatorial expedition Boogey-Layperson non-reflective pest detective conquered invective…..and something something about not having any _______ without _______. No, no it is the cohesive unthinking geographical location collective suppository supplanting….swallow the azure sky-high. Oh Thee oh my – sickly pigsty!
He was just a countryless man, a countryless man held insultingly captive in his Globalist induced mindless tax-donkey stasis milk-made status “royal” descent madness, with a ping pong short attention span likeness – a countryless man who just bought a new sonic electric toothbrush, which strangely enough the toothbrush instructional personification booklet wanted him to download the toothbrush App – that be some crazy-fucking-shit! So he gave it a try, the toothbrush that is, (because the last thing he needed was a toothbrush App, well, scrap that; the last thing he needed was a fuck-face coward hacking the idiotic toothbrush App) but now he needs to buy a toothbrushing bib and disposable peel-away bathroom wall and mirror protectors because sonic and frothy oral toothpaste ejections run amok of once unspoiled bathroom-centric formative substrates along for the ride that might be better without…..and then he thought about the first car he bought as a sixteen year old long-haired pot-head teenager and subsequently learned to wrench upon and had painted by a family friend after helping to do the prep-work: a car that one had the choice of whether the headlights were either completely off, or just the running lights with one pull of the knob and fully on with the second setting of said headlight knob – it was One’s choice….and that three speed automatic transmission, of which could be put into reverse, neutral or drive without being forced to depress the brake pedal beforehand….but One just did: common sense after all. Time to Romanov the “royal” Parking Lot, resurface the substrate then repaint the lines.
A Handsome Dude!