This was originally published on January 16th, 2013. It’s been slightly edited.
Perpetual Perky People, or PPP’s, can sugarcoat the biggest turds, until they taste like fucking ambrosia. 208 more words
Get ye thee to SlasherMonster Magazine, a mean scene of wackiness and streaks of raciness. Relax for a change; shed your worries and share some funnies. Here's a sample of my silliness: Mr. Whyner That mister Is such a whyner. “Why you do dis?” “Why you do dat?” “Why you . . .” Enough already! With my Weedwacker, I whack off the head of Mr. Whyner. Silence is golden, My glass bong I be holdin’. For hours I smoke my wacky weed; I hear a voice – Why am I a bad seed?
Newbridge, Dartmoor. Friends and family of local boater Ewan Walters were shocked and surprised earlier to discover that his brand new Pyranah Machno had developed a large crack following a violent dismount from the roof of his car as he was returning home from the river. 365 more words