All it took was a few late night missives with my cohort The Shirtless Skull. Before I even knew what was happening, I had donned the garb of Weirdball, the lost soviet tanker. (In Soviet Russia, an Oddball is you!)
Beware capitalist pig free world pigs, we seek the destruction of stop lights and the complete downfall of all movies post Original Gangsters to prop up the rise of an all Fred Williamson run world where only Italians can shoot films - though without any live sound (so they can order cappuccino and pizza at the same time) that has to be dubbed in later. Oh, and only practical effects, no money fed pig pig CGI Western ideals. ALALALALALLALALALALALALALALALALALALAALLLLAAAAAAAAAAA!
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You sir, have finally lost your mind.
Oh, yeah...Death Farted!
I implore you to take your act to chat roulette.
oh, and film it. Post to you tube. Make millions.
My idea (TM) me.
This really looks about one or two steps away from gay porn.
One or two? I figure I was already wearing the shoes.
Get a camera and you can finally realize your Anderschlong identity.
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