i’ve dated your type and known many of your type over my years and you bitches are idiots. please administer an adze or mattock to your skull immediately, your passive recruitment is just as detrimental as that of neo-nazis or scientologists.
please die quickly and without description, i pray that someone offers you a case of laxatives in exchange for your computer. for then you won’t be able to communicate with anyone but your fat-cow self, you blubberbutted weakling with no self-control.
stay strong, sisters!
you see,
vincent price is amassing a great horde upon the astral plane right now. these people that we are losing (mac, hayes, snow, elvira, et. al.) are being summoned before vincent to inhabit a continuum bepopulate with chimeric and acolytic spectres. a fever-dream beyond mindbound atavism and culled capably and with price’s proclaimed “immodesty”. morgan freeman was spared in the last minutes of vincent price’s exacting, thereby electing to course mac and hayes in freeman’s stead. now that this has come to light, richard moll and annie potts should begin the process of “getting one’s affairs in order”. their time here is quick and shallow now.
it’ll be winona ryder. she’s next on death’s list, mark my words.
and think about it: bernie mac, issac hayes, and winona ryder. it’s the way it shall be; that way and no other such way.
bagcoffee:
bg5000:
I don’t think Morgan Freeman is out of the woods yet.
my money’s on Gary Busey…
gary busey is illuminati (not like international banker or grand master masonic illuminati, he’s actual reptilian shape-shifter illuminati), he ain’t goin’ anywhere any time soon.
who’s next to the boneyard?
my new roommate is a’brewin’ some chock-full-o-nuts coffee right now, smells freakin’ great.
in other news, urban cowboy is on (don’t be an ass and think it’s better than midnight cowboy. or midnight express (whole different kinda movie), for that matter) and i still don’t think that the charlie daniels band was ever any good. possibly good for the nascar-set, but the scruggs or monroe were always the finer. sidenote: mezcal makes whiskey the koolaid of the drinkin’ world, in case you haven’t cut ye sissy teeth enough yet.
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planettampon:
About ten minutes ago there was a car parked in our driveway with no one in it, and now it’s gone. FUCK?
no. they’re called transformers. see, you’re living your life in a michael bay movie. it happens quite a bit and it’s treatable.
