Reply #36: It dresses with maggot soup, but only for vultures [View All]

Green melons dance on the rotting grapes, frugally beating the orange chicken-flavored teryaki drum. It's 4 pm, which means it's time to shut up and drink your spider velvet saucer cowmilk. What? Did you eat my opossum the other day, or was that the neighbor's cat that does yoga! DAMN YOU and burn your soul to smithereens and biscuits for eternity. Eternal damnation is my ultimate goal, but you wouldn't know that because you're too busy cheating with Daffy Duck and his sister, for cryin' out loud!! :mad:

You're so vain and it puts me in pain and I'm insane in the brain and I'll put snails in your carcass as you lie awake, burning like cherry-flavored snow in the bowels of hell. I eat 17 burgers on Saturdays, but only when I'm pregnant. When male or female, I stab people with scissors dipped in caramel, you know, the ones that the cat threw up on. I was a dog, now a cat, formerly a rabbit, now a moose yet again!! Dammit!! Who threw away my root beer steak?