HUNGERECTOMY
Terry_Clubbup
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I just saw a bus painted up like a turdFuzzy wuzzy was a wizardNow you look for all the world like a tard
Shitbus, you dress like a Communard
This is a post about hazelnut coffee.Who the fuck put on the hazelnut coffee?You might as well brew a pot of kill-a-bitch.The smell makes me fell like a wild childwith a sideways candy bar in my neck.Get on the bastard bus and give your best speech.I just saw the president from TV.Words like diseased pig-hearts strung together on fishing line.Now it is time to dine.Feast on the hot snicker, snuggle up to Ectomorph.
Get on the bus, ditch.
HUNGERECTOMY
King Kong shit a bus.
Shitbus, you dress like a Communard
This is a post about hazelnut coffee.Who the fuck put on the hazelnut coffee?You might as well brew a pot of kill-a-bitch.The smell makes me fell like a wild childwith a sideways candy bar in my neck.Get on the bastard bus and give your best speech.I just saw the president from TV.Words like diseased pig-hearts strung together on fishing line.Now it is time to dine.Feast on the hot snicker, snuggle up to Ectomorph.
Get on the bus, ditch.
HUNGERECTOMY
King Kong shit a bus.
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This snickers shit has become synonymous with Preston and Gusher in Chicago.
SMOKE!
I'm not eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeven going to say anything.
but yo, anyone see the ad where's it just a big snicker chunk cut in half?
....
Clizzo, I'm glad you're here, as I am in need of your expertise on an unrelated matter: The other week, there was some late-model something slow-riding down 53rd leaking some ghetto-juke-bass-tech thing with all the requisite Jules Verne bass and all and those drums that sound like the last thing a cow ever hears, the hook of which was some dude chanting--I give you my word as a gentleman--"Got more pussy than the Holy Koran." "Now, James, are you sure that's what he was saying?" Dude, I am saying: I surreptitiously trailed this car from the sidewalk for about three quarters of a block (dude probably thought I was on some hey-sailor) just to confirm that I was hearing what I thought I was hearing, and yes, "pussy," yes, "Holy Koran."
So, I ask you: What is really going on?
SHOFT CATARACT
Hugh G. Rechton
GLUTEUS CRATER PLAYBOY
DISTENDED NOUGAT POUCH
When the catfish was cut open:
"he found among the contents of its stomach the head to a ballpeen hammer and a bluebird that had been swallowed hole. He set them aside on a flat rock."
[...]
"--You reckon it swallowed that hammer entire a long time ago and then the juice in its stomach ate off the handle? he said.
-- Might be, Inman said, I've heard stranger things.
But the bluebird was a puzzler. The only satisfactory way Inman could account for it was that a better class of fish, a wondrous trout, say, had risen from the water and taken the bluebird from a low limb of creekside tree, and then that fine trout had immediately died and the the catfish sucked it up whole from the bottom and digested it from the outside in, so all that was left was the bluebird."
James, whenever we find out the true title and lyrics of your
Urban Legend Hott 100 song, we will bask in the dim pink light
of your disconnectivity. Until then, you are walking in a path
of pure light untrod by even Lomax.
I mourn location length restrictions.
It's true man. Every time I look down I see it too.
seen that shit... why'd i hella want a snickers afeter seein' that shit !?!?
Are you talking about the shit or about the erection?
Depends on the what's, where's, when's and why's.
Well, that would certainly account for the bulge.
Terry, for now I'm attributing that story of yours and that song of mine to Breece D'J Pancake and Toby Keith working under an alias, respectively.
Are you on the bus, though?
No, you're thinking about the cod piece.
EVERY DAY IS LIKE A VIDEO SHOOT
BAIT AROUND MY WRIST
YOUR DINNER ON MY NECK
YOUR REEL ON MY DICK
BLOOD-INFUSED ECTOPLASM FROM THE MOUTH OF THE MEDIUM:
Brown eyes, black hair, red dick and HAZEL NUTS.
I couldn't bring myself to order Nuts On Clark.
Located, it should be noted, directly beneath the Hotel Wacker.
Almost as dope as the second-hand ladies' apparel spot on Devon: Whose Sari Now?
FOODBRAIN CHASES TOSSED CACAHUATES INTO THE MAW OF THE OROBOROS,
MISTAKES HIS LIFE FOR A HATT: "HUNGER WRECKED ME."
"HUNG... ERECT... O, MY!"
I miss you gaylords and your butter chicken.
SHOWME,
JRoot
it said "NOUGATICITY" or something
some of the writing in this thread ins n-x-e-t level...
Whose Sari Now? haha
I would like to know that I can come to soulstrut on a late night when I can't sleep and not see some danny devito penguin shit while I sit with a sandwich.