It's not even Sunday afternoon yet, and I'm ready to crawl under my bed and never emerge again. You know why? It's because I realize that none of you fuckchops can FOCUS, will ever FOCUS, or give enough of a shit to try to FOCUS.
I soldier on.
Guess. What's in my mouth right...
Hold on...
NOW! GO, GO, GO!
A) The really awesome shits I've been taking, I mean huge and satisfying, leaving me six pounds lighter as I stroll away from the commode with my hands in my pockets and a big grin for the world to see
B) A candy cane gobbled out of a bushbuck's dingus like a stripy catheter
C) All of cyberspace except for this website, which is too digusting to put in anyone's mouth, let alone mine (oooo, the
DEFECATIONS!)
D) A wall
E) Oatmeal cottage cheese pancakes, which aren't so bad actually
F) Creamed caramel corn, which is just as disgusting as you'd think it would be
G) My own itchy taint, which I surreptitiously scratched several times last night to the sound of rustling ass hairs
H) A big, fat cock