Episode 40 (multidimensional episodic)

Now There Are Two Suit Mans? Can ya’ll just take a moment to laugh, before you cum your pants you nasty dirty wittle ass. And smuts, god the loads of donkeys, with whiskey dick or deluxe. Brain semen that shall cum bust in your candy corn clit thou be a summary of sodomy to cum in the bun of the earliest winter Nun, as you right there arst now sit. On whom i will make the sum total of my abuse as I rape her heart, right after I rip a holy guacamole fart, ain't it the best part. And also the Mother Mary Clitness juice test, as I put her episcopal Vagina to Good Use, just there yet.  It would be super cool and loose. No I am not Dirty, but i am bordering the age of thirty. And need to ride up on a caboose. Scary, hairy, or shaved the bare flair of the white spot you didn't always have up there. Ergo in soforth, I am Voltaire, how dare you stare, at my abominable abyss that is Clit, Stain, Match. And I do so declare, that Black Lives Matter Don’t Matter. And it escapes me why the retrograde aligned that we are now in Gatorade Mars, just in time for those ridickurus Marches, in March. That is horse shit. I stand with African Americans and disenfranchised groups, not a fucking holiday the White Media Made Up!!! Are you fucking kidding me you dirty dog. Cancel me why don’t you. I am not here for your entertainment, i am going to make headlines for this White Fascist Neo Liberal jargon, if I like Trump can I join your side? No , fuck that. I don’t like that guy either he’s a douche bag. Who do I like? Charles Mason. You know, the one with the rock songs. His pale skinny bod, for which can draw no comparison; when he sucks off dick of that thin bar he’s about to rif a nut ton of splooge and garbage into the cock pot ice luge. He is so calculated, like a serial artisan who has now just ejaculated, how he just kills that in one shot. Fucking murder. Screaming bloody murder. As the audience goes out in a wave of havoc. Do not cause a panic, I am not human damnit. I was just saying this stuff out of habit, we are in a pandemic, i just know people are going to say damn him, i don't get it; but you can’t lambast him if you don’t know who it is to give unst to be jammin, hammin or jus plain slammin. now wam bam thank you man. if one female has sex with me in the Next Decade, i will stop making the show. *the above content was for a creative writing scholastic and the views expressed are autistic in nature. This literature is pulling from Poe’s Law of the internet and blurring the word of parody with real life. If you involve your friends and family on the joke, does it stay satire, or then become real life? I shan’t die before i ever figure it out, although i’ll probably croak. i did far too much coke, to be stoked, and get blown by a bloke. Vat do you want? Another toke? I don’t espouse to be thereby freed and gung hoe smoked. With my stick - inserted toward thy clit kit, i shall thy poke. So fear not dear brother, and whatever thou do, please; Don’t sulk, but god damn i look yoaked. So gimme a little credit, Cool, Allie Cat, or i'll be bim bam cumband on demand with some H blow hoe Max, if I am not one big fat ugly, dirty, dangerous joke, of a Saintly Shit Sack