Essential Artificials

Oh God! Buy me a bagpipe and send me to Mercury! Raul, of course had his 23 millimeter horsefly in his suitcase, however, the mayonnaise would not pour. This was an utter crapshoot Martinez, dont fucking try that in my trenchcoat. Fuck that little kid that lives on fourth street! What a little chicken breast. I wish my teeth were six sizes elongated vest. This can never happen without certain humor. But, alas, this lamp cannot make me lettuce, it is unfit for Gibbons jackhammer, therefore, thirty three barnacles. Yeah, I'll have two of what he had. Pay no attention to that whore, she just loves to wear potato skins on her ass. Not that I'm one to speak, I play badminton with tapdancing raccoons after all. Dont quote me on that, Wall Street bit my elbows. All three. Fuck! If these horses would stop chomping on my drywall, maybe I could sleep tonight. Unlikely, in any case. Ah, the grilled cheese was so good with flapjacks that one night in late August, 2316. To think that my lactating beef jerky could cause a war. Thats fucked up, I'll tell you. The Louisiana Purchase is so gay, why do all these republicans have to eat strudle salad. I mean, one day I went to the mall to buy some fake nostrils, and this guy come up to me right? I thought so too, long ago, before I had sixteen lapels on my oversized jockstrap. Dont tell Lopez, though, he once ate three whole Japanese men, fucking hilarious. I need some closure on the birth of Chonny the hampster. That was rediculous, how raincoat shot the poolstick. Yeah, man, I agree. Please, dont peddle your prunes here, we have no quarters, kind sir. Once I sing the symphony, all will be well. Fear not, my Twat!