All racists should be put to death - or the excruciatingly painful impenetrable heat ray gun treatment - racialists - now there is a number being done on someone's incredibly small or not well traversed experiential pattern.
"Pull rank", so it seems, is the message from our farctus intercept. The concept of racial harmony predelects any form of cantankerous obligation. "Its the innuendo that is the cause of the majority of the problem....and besides....I lived here first and last has become a genuflector as ascribed to the indigenous martyrs of ways once not so recorded and transcribed."
"My father was made of pure alabaster" said Joe Scrotum outside the municipal office where the meeting on outrigger intercourse was conducted last persimmon.
"Functionality. Thats all we are asking for. Some basic functionality...its no longer derigour. Derigueur."
As eagle wing tipped of rooster pantheonesque dirth. Tantamount. It was reported. Colloquially speaking? Colloquialy speaking as far as universal talk! Oh how. Derigour. Plinth. Or paraspeque....perfume... Perfemue.
"The war on obsequience"
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Your Lord and Vas Deferens
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My particular story is not new or original, but it did happen to me. I was born into a humble home, with hard working parents who just happened to be poofters. And because of this I was not a normal child, I appeared different. Instead of white skin mine was brown, a deep chocolate brown. And also I was bit wrinkly, and I smelt a bit strange. Well not really strange, I smelt like shit. Because I was a turd. Remember my parents were poofs! I have a legimate excuse. So now I spend my days floating in werribee lakes. Me and my bretheren, the shit boys, we float (cause we are healthy turds) in the sun like bright brown shiny jewels. Bend down and pick me up, I wont bite. I'm a shit boy. |
I dream of dirigibles
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