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...

Playing In The Street

And the crowd went wild!!! In a non gazillion gallons of baby oil stockpiled zombie apocalypse readied P-Diddy Freak-Off catastrophe of hermetically harpooned hedonistic homogenous Hollywood hysteria homeostasis. Nope, no palleted in & out Costco analogies spelled...

Choking Synesthetic Vomit Accompanying Ongoing Privacy Rape Du Jour and the Reflexive Constipation

Who is one to say unless they have tasted it daily upon annum? A veritable smorgasbord buffet of deceit, open err, sleaze-guard vacated. Force-fed thievery that slow roasted mutton, across the way, but a triangulation in part. Heightened allocation, a downright...