The End of the World Is Your Fault

Today is the beginning of the END. This is your fault, you realize. I gave you plenty of opportunities to FOCUS, and you just kept throwing them away.

Nice job, asswipe. GOOD. GOING.

Still, you can at least spend our remaining time together guessing what's in my mouth right now.

A) The end of the world.
B) The big, fat cock of the ANTI-CHRIST.

That's it. G.U.E.S.S.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear ANTI-CHRIST, happy birthday to you.

12:00 PM  
Anonymous The Anti-CHRIST said...

That's right: suck my little demonic cock, you sinners.

My hot, Satanic spooge will boil your throat like a poached salmon.


1:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I really don't think that you can hold me personally responsible for the Apocalypse.

It's not fair.

1:37 PM  
Anonymous Lucifer Satan said...

call me

1:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Uh, hi.

Excuse me?

Yeah. I was, um, wondering what the acronym G.U.E.S.S. stands for.

Could you, well, tell me?


P.S. Please don't delete this comment.

1:51 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How hot IS poached salmon?

6:56 AM  

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