While I realize my born again zealot readers would just LOOOOOVE to know that I've been consumed by California's mini-Armageddon, I'm here to say that I've still got a pulse.
Consumed by the flames of passion you are ... you can't hide it ... yet you are not swallowed up by them, the desire within your bosom radiates your intense fever in your writing, the vigor transmitted in your quill. Alas, I am drawn in by your inspiration and whirled into a lyrical frenzy.
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Jesus will find a way to smite your unbelieving ass some day. If it's not the flames then he'll figure out some way to get you to his bosom.
And I would just LOOOOOOVE to know that those "born again zealot readers" will eventually be consumed by their own flaming hatreds! I was going to say something about hoping they'd burn in Hell, but I don't believe in Hell, darn it!
Anyway...I am delighted to know that Katiekins is still pulsing and posting.
Ahhh, that's why you sounded like you were under water. You were dousing the roof to keep it from igniting. Seriously, nothing will happen, the spirit of Super Dog watches over you.
I'm not sure what's more disturbing, the thrusting jacked sack. Or, his dirty orange palms color coordinated to match his freakpubes leading to the creepiest weepeen I've ever seen. And, I'm not even a size queen. Help me. I can't stop staring at it. Happy Halloweeeneeeee
Why do I want to be your president? Because goddamn it, I've earned it. Hell, I was an admiral's son, I didn't have to go to goddamn Vietnam, get shot down and deal with all those goddamn sadistic gook prison guards. No, I went because my prick of a father and his asshole of a father were goddamn admirals, for Christ's sake, and I had no choice but to pay off the poker bet I made with them and join the goddamn Navy. And after five years of eating goddamn rats and getting poked up the ass with hot bamboo sticks, then I gotta return to the states to a limping gimp of a wife who got herself fucked up in a car accident and got all fat on me? The cunt ended up with an ass on her the width of a Volkswagen, and after all I'd been through at the Hanoi Hilton, I was expected to come home and fuck that fat cunt? Hell, no! Then I met Cindy, who was hotter'n a two dollar pistol and her dad owned a beer factory. Why did I dump my fat ass first wife and get with Cindy? Bec...
I think it's great that owning african babies are en vogue. though it appears madonna is going to be renting one, she's no less committed then a rightful owner. what I can't seem to get my head around is america's ability to embrace african babies and still find the time to shun black babies. the color of their skin is the same, no? if I'm not mistaken they both bleed red. I suppose it's possible african babies have a softer red hue, but the similarities should be uncanny. so, if someone could PLEASE EXPLAIN to me how it is fucking possible that we can live in a country that practices inequality, segregation and discrimination against black people yet manages to embrace african babies, I would really appreciate it. oh, and while you're at it, make a pit stop in any predominantly black neighborhood, and of course justify why it is that a predominantly black neighborhood exists in america circa 2006 in the first place. and, also explain why poverty, viole...
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Naked. While drinking bourbon.
Anyway...I am delighted to know that Katiekins is still pulsing and posting.