COMMENTS:
He's a man so dedicated that he will get down on his knees and put that cock right in his mouth.
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with a low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Wilmut ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I suggest you try it.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, mother motherfuck, mother motherfuck fuck, motherfuck, motherfuck, noich noich noich, 1, 2, 1 2 3 4 noich, noich, noich, smokin' weed, smokin' wizz, doin' coke, drinkin' beers, drinkin' beers, beers, beers, rollin' fattys, smokin' blunts, who smokes the blunts, we smoke the blunts
All you motherfuckers are going to pay! You are the ones who are the ball lickers! We're going to fuck your mothers while you watch and cry like little whiny bitches. Once we get to Hollywood and find those Miramax fucks who are makin' the movie, we're going to make them eat our shit, then shit out our shit, and eat their shit which is made up of our shit which we made them eat. And then all you motherfucks are next.
Between guys with wings, guys falling out of the sky, and guys trying like hell to Fuck me I think I've been a pretty good sport about all of this.
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