My bearded friend.
Renegade of the soul;
fiend of the money changers.
Oh bearded superman...
Jesus H Christ
I'll follow you on our fight for freedom,
You make us all feel good and holy,
I stand and sing with my arms in the air!
Oh Bearded Superman
Jesus H Christ
I have you as a close personal friend,
And so does my girlfriend.
In fact when we are close on the bed we talk to you,
And will we do what you want,
And will wait till you marry us before we go any further.
It's hard.
But you know I love you my bearded superman:
Jesus H Christ.
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Ahhhhh Forget it!!!!
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being pissed as a newt now i just want to know... that bearded prick, did he know it was hard??? you know, reached down from space and squeezed it a little? A spaceman Jesus who likes to tickle your knackers when your not looking. Fuck now I got your idea. Worship the Jesus of knacker tickling brilliance. No splinter of the cross, just Christ poking your knackers.... With his tongue! |
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| Not too many "regular persons" around inbred scarecrow country. Plenty of those with three legs being seen as normal for those tribulated parts. But even "a 3-legged dog with a tumor on its brain" has more right to life than those nightmarish, retarded, pig-poking, father-raping, sister-marrying bog-people. |
The King is Dead; Long live the King
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A lot of work went into that stare. What one might do to acquire it. Surely appropos and pertaining to..the king of kings LAUNCH THIS VIDEO |
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