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Where the fuck did my subconscious mind altering ego go? I just can't figure it out at all. It is like it was here and then just up and disappeared. I hurried to the nearby Kwik-E-Mart, hoping to find the Pick of Destiny. Using it to scratch my balls, I made them grow ten times the size of an elephant. I started to freak out when I realized I needed some testicle cream. My balls were on fire; it was pure agony wrapped in bacon. The kind of bacon that is still hot and sizzling. The kind that's over-done and burnt to a crisp. Maybe I should eat some doughnuts. I found some chocolate eclairs at the local 7-11, so I ate two dozen and soon I remembered that I'm a fucking fat ass. What I also forgot was I'm disabled.

After exactly two hours, siamese twins and a midget went to that same 7-11 where Michael Jackson was hanging out. They quickly grabbed their Jesus juice and were on him faster than stink on a wet rhino's huge ass. Feeling a bit down about violently molesting Michael Jackson, they yelled ,"Jump in my belly!" Unfortunately, the massive cock-eyed witch Shaneequa Jackson, the forgotten Jackson, who was actually a Mexican belly dancer who posed as a Lucha Libre wrestler named 'I Drink Lots of Beer!' She had a giant gut that was shaped like a heart. It was truly disgusting. She proceeded to call her lawyer so she could sue me for being fatter than an elephant being injected with Grav's genes. The lawyer yelled "Go to Silent Hill, bitch!"

When I heard this, I went streaking to the quad, thinking the lawyer was crazy. To my delight, two feminine looking figures ran over my way just...


(Kagom, yours was just wrong.)

Where the fuck did my subconscious mind altering ego go? I just can't figure it out at all. It is like it was here and then just up and disappeared. I hurried to the nearby Kwik-E-Mart, hoping to find the Pick of Destiny. Using it to scratch my balls, I made them grow ten times the size of an elephant. I started to freak out when I realized I needed some testicle cream. My balls were on fire; it was pure agony wrapped in bacon. The kind of bacon that is still hot and sizzling. The kind that's over-done and burnt to a crisp. Maybe I should eat some doughnuts. I found some chocolate eclairs at the local 7-11, so I ate two dozen and soon I remembered that I'm a fucking fat ass. What I also forgot was I'm disabled.

After exactly two hours, siamese twins and a midget went to that same 7-11 where Michael Jackson was hanging out. They quickly grabbed their Jesus juice and were on him faster than stink on a wet rhino's huge ass. Feeling a bit down about violently molesting Michael Jackson, they yelled ,"Jump in my belly!" Unfortunately, the massive cock-eyed witch Shaneequa Jackson, the forgotten Jackson, who was actually a Mexican belly dancer who posed as a Lucha Libre wrestler named 'I Drink Lots of Beer!' She had a giant gut that was shaped like a heart. It was truly disgusting. She proceeded to call her lawyer so she could sue me for being fatter than an elephant being injected with Grav's genes. The lawyer yelled "Go to Silent Hill, bitch!"

When I heard this, I went streaking to the quad, thinking the lawyer was crazy. To my delight, two feminine looking figures ran over my way just...


(Kagom, yours was just wrong.)

Where the fuck did my subconscious mind altering ego go? I just can't figure it out at all. It is like it was here and then just up and disappeared. I hurried to the nearby Kwik-E-Mart, hoping to find the Pick of Destiny. Using it to scratch my balls, I made them grow ten times the size of an elephant. I started to freak out when I realized I needed some testicle cream. My balls were on fire; it was pure agony wrapped in bacon. The kind of bacon that is still hot and sizzling. The kind that's over-done and burnt to a crisp. Maybe I should eat some doughnuts. I found some chocolate eclairs at the local 7-11, so I ate two dozen and soon I remembered that I'm a fucking fat ass. What I also forgot was I'm disabled.

After exactly two hours, siamese twins and a midget went to that same 7-11 where Michael Jackson was hanging out. They quickly grabbed their Jesus juice and were on him faster than stink on a wet rhino's huge ass. Feeling a bit down about violently molesting Michael Jackson, they yelled ,"Jump in my belly!" Unfortunately, the massive cock-eyed witch Shaneequa Jackson, the forgotten Jackson, who was actually a Mexican belly dancer who posed as a Lucha Libre wrestler named 'I Drink Lots of Beer!' She had a giant gut that was shaped like a heart. It was truly disgusting. She proceeded to call her lawyer so she could sue me for being fatter than an elephant being injected with Grav's genes. The lawyer yelled "Go to Silent Hill, bitch!"

When I heard this, I went streaking to the quad, thinking the lawyer was crazy. To my delight, two feminine looking figures ran over my way just to see if I had...

Where the fuck did my subconscious mind altering ego go? I just can't figure it out at all. It is like it was here and then just up and disappeared. I hurried to the nearby Kwik-E-Mart, hoping to find the Pick of Destiny. Using it to scratch my balls, I made them grow ten times the size of an elephant. I started to freak out when I realized I needed some testicle cream. My balls were on fire; it was pure agony wrapped in bacon. The kind of bacon that is still hot and sizzling. The kind that's over-done and burnt to a crisp. Maybe I should eat some doughnuts. I found some chocolate eclairs at the local 7-11, so I ate two dozen and soon I remembered that I'm a fucking fat ass. What I also forgot was I'm disabled.

After exactly two hours, siamese twins and a midget went to that same 7-11 where Michael Jackson was hanging out. They quickly grabbed their Jesus juice and were on him faster than stink on a wet rhino's huge ass. Feeling a bit down about violently molesting Michael Jackson, they yelled ,"Jump in my belly!" Unfortunately, the massive cock-eyed witch Shaneequa Jackson, the forgotten Jackson, who was actually a Mexican belly dancer who posed as a Lucha Libre wrestler named 'I Drink Lots of Beer!' She had a giant gut that was shaped like a heart. It was truly disgusting. She proceeded to call her lawyer so she could sue me for being fatter than an elephant being injected with Grav's genes. The lawyer yelled "Go to Silent Hill, bitch!"

When I heard this, I went streaking to the quad, thinking the lawyer was crazy. To my delight, two feminine looking figures ran over my way just to see if I had genital warts. Luckily I didn't...

(You're so no fun, HoH.)

Where the fuck did my subconscious mind altering ego go? I just can't figure it out at all. It is like it was here and then just up and disappeared. I hurried to the nearby Kwik-E-Mart, hoping to find the Pick of Destiny. Using it to scratch my balls, I made them grow ten times the size of an elephant. I started to freak out when I realized I needed some testicle cream. My balls were on fire; it was pure agony wrapped in bacon. The kind of bacon that is still hot and sizzling. The kind that's over-done and burnt to a crisp. Maybe I should eat some doughnuts. I found some chocolate eclairs at the local 7-11, so I ate two dozen and soon I remembered that I'm a fucking fat ass. What I also forgot was I'm disabled.

After exactly two hours, siamese twins and a midget went to that same 7-11 where Michael Jackson was hanging out. They quickly grabbed their Jesus juice and were on him faster than stink on a wet rhino's huge ass. Feeling a bit down about violently molesting Michael Jackson, they yelled ,"Jump in my belly!" Unfortunately, the massive cock-eyed witch Shaneequa Jackson, the forgotten Jackson, who was actually a Mexican belly dancer who posed as a Lucha Libre wrestler named 'I Drink Lots of Beer!' She had a giant gut that was shaped like a heart. It was truly disgusting. She proceeded to call her lawyer so she could sue me for being fatter than an elephant being injected with Grav's genes. The lawyer yelled "Go to Silent Hill, bitch!"

When I heard this, I went streaking to the quad, thinking the lawyer was crazy. To my delight, two feminine looking figures ran over my way just to see if I had genital warts. Luckily I didn't... Well, I did.. But little did they know...