Grumble Pie À La Choad

Fourword Up the ol’ wazoo. The Familial Ms. Direction, what a bitch. Borne of state fornication and the all encompassing need to fuck the general populace at large in what must be a sociopathic soothing psychopathic penetrative indulgence of senseless verbal...

Little Twigs, Little Twigs, Let Me In……….

What an embarrassment! Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. Well, surely some of you do, once that point has been reached, reached out to touch you that is. As for those who don’t know, trust me, you are more than likely going to find out, and when you...