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batboy21 发表于 2013-10-8 15:18
I ain't your average joe
I have the I.Q. of plankton and the physique of a heavily pregnant blu ...
MY DREAM - THE FOLLOWING IS A WORK OF FANTASY. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PEOPLE AND/OR EVENTS iIS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.
The wit of algae pumps iron unto your gourd, putting you up on your mettle. You quit ur blathering barnacles and dingy dive to the bottom of the bottomless pit to fornicate with an albino whale from whence you pry open the cetacean gash and unearth for yourself the shape of a seriously knocked up whopper having a bun in her belly.
You finally decide that enuf is enuf and cut loose with the flock you hook up with and come out reeking of the stench of a marine wanker and claiming the crown of the Messiah in marine obstetrics.
You come back home pauper status.
nowadays you can't wheedle dwarfs into acquiring your knit-work for which the dwarf's immediate predecessors in title used to pay through their fuckin schnooks in their demanted obedience. Now, they want freebies, a two-way ticket to and fro your rectum before they would even consider buying a scarf.
Your brother ain't dead. He just pined for the fjords cuz unbeknownst to you he was a miscegenation between ur genes and those of a seriously prego Norwegian blue whale who has since stitched up her snatch to let on a false appearance of chastity, and yet all the while pining away in wistful longing for the return of the adrenal pumping pleasure that, once sent off down her beavers, had born you a brother. Ur gumboots did not dent yo bro a bit; he had the auspice of the uncanny gene from the whale that would guarantee him a bailout in every snaf he could possibly find himself in. As to the whereabouts of the gumboots, your brother ate them and used the remnants to embellish his sack 6 feet under where he'd reposed until most recently. He has awakened to the urge of getting even; this time, he ain't resort to gumboots for heavenly retribution; he will ram that Swiss sausage down the rubber and stick that pulsating wiener in the craw of the aforesaid Messiah. Here comes the Messiah with a dildo lapping over his trap.
Your mum is gonna welcome you with open arms and aromatic teats that have invigorated in every pore thereof since the return of her prodigal son. She won't chide, much less whip, you for all sorts of transgressions of varying degrees which you have since the tender age of 6 committed. You ain't smell troglodyte for you are a neanderthal already and being rancid beyond earthly bears the hallmark of a neanderthal, thus divine. You don't act the part of a chimp cuz since King Kong died inhaling your divinity you have been crowned the king of chimps. Your face ain't nauseating; besides being used to haunt a 6-bedroom dwelling for free, it's pawned off as the most effective replacement for enema kits. A melancholy yearning for rectum is seen as a gold thread running throughout the theme and touches off, in its passing, rounds of applauses and forelock tugging from naughty flatulists.
Your papa has upgraded his repertoire of weaponry sincean overseas trip to a place dubbed Sodom. Instead of using the thingys that have worn to a frazzle, he would now wield his sjambok and beat up your effigy until it's torn to pieces and is nudged within an inch of its expiry range. The cupboard where you used to play hide and seek with your papa has been shattered thanks to the foreplay you mama and papa staged within. With a flare of creativity, your papa would sneak in the toilet recess whatever is left of the effigy after a good whipping
If a ghost stands in my way clanking his medieval chain, I would as soon cut his apparitional ass down as I have him in the cross hairs of my Gatlling. The speed of me blipping ghosts off the grid does not make me the antithesis to a misanthrope; I quit knocking off ghosts and don on my best bib and tucker so I can skull fuck the snobs who have aversion to everything illuminating or iridescent.
I sunbathe in the pleasure of having the goosebumps that Borscht vulgarities send down my spine. It came to pass that the blue whale's Jew too. I rode in a doozie flivver that constantly plays the B flat and leaves me in the lurch. When this happens, I hitch ride and drygulch the eccentric nerd to give me a head down the clams when I drive and swerve. For me, beaters are not only a means of geting A to G but a way to attain the epiphany that Kama Sutra bears witness to.
I chuck everything vibrating and shining in my Hermes that I take with me whenever I go see a flick. The movie I watched last time had Mat Damon in it. It took some getting used to cuz Damon in the movie was not the Damon I used to for he was baldy and bulky from waist up. That did not bother me, not at all. What's busting my hump during the movie was a nerdy 30ish having the shape of a prego whale and plopping his behind on the seat next to mine. I forgot to switch my Vertu to "shut-up" mode and it went ablaze 5minutes into the movie that literally knocked every audience in trance off their feet . The nerdy next to me appeared to be chomping at the bit even more, eager to scrape up some acquaintance, with his left paw sneaking to the back of my neck and his right hook glistering with his eggwhites seen groping for the bag of fries I was carrying.
Fortunately, I messed him up real bad and sent him banging and barreling down out of the hall, an incident which caused him to blow his cool on a girl aged,as we'd remarked, 6. That cost him his job; stripped off the only means of subsistence, he was left alone on streets to score smack and fend for himself.
YUK, I wake up to the sound of my alarm realizing the above is but another phantasmagoria of weird dreams of mine.
FOR FLOPPY PLOPPY - YOU PULLED THE TROPE ONCE; SHROUDED IN UNGAINLY FLAMBOYANCE IT DID STRIKE AS SOMETHING OUT OF KILTER WITH THE ORDINARY. BUT WHEN YOU USE THAT SAME PUNCHLINE OVER AND OVER TO THE POINT OF ABUSE, IT BECOMES CLICHEIC, IF NOT ENTIRELY ASININE. PLZ COME UP WITH SOMETHING NEW. TO FALL BACK ON ANACHRONIC NOTES AND REGURGITATE THRICE OVER THE SHIZNIT VERBATIM DOES NOT WIN U A THIRD TIME CHARM.
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