If you were to crucify ronald mcdonald, would he bleed ketchup and mustard?
I had a vision of an artificially happy world led by me in a zepplin dressed like tammy faye with buckets full of prozac and zoloft and neurotin. I would throw them out like candy at a parade and watched as everyone's eyes glazed over and before long I'd be wiping away mascara tear tracks.
Don't get 2 close 2 my fantasy.
cl0ck
it's the little things that are driving me insane on a daily basis
I got the poison I got the remedy... makes you wonder why I'm not well yet... just as I finished typing that, I let out this huge fuckin belch of banana and frozen strawberry. nothing out of the ordinary... I just thought it put the finishing touch on it all... fuck, I can already feel my bowels moving and I haven't even finished breakfast... that's fucked
I had a vision of an artificially happy world led by me in a zepplin dressed like tammy faye with buckets full of prozac and zoloft and neurotin. I would throw them out like candy at a parade and watched as everyone's eyes glazed over and before long I'd be wiping away mascara tear tracks.
Don't get 2 close 2 my fantasy.
cl0ck
it's the little things that are driving me insane on a daily basis
I got the poison I got the remedy... makes you wonder why I'm not well yet... just as I finished typing that, I let out this huge fuckin belch of banana and frozen strawberry. nothing out of the ordinary... I just thought it put the finishing touch on it all... fuck, I can already feel my bowels moving and I haven't even finished breakfast... that's fucked
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tools/methods of destruction that will be used:
blow torch, birthday cake infused with napalm, hot salty grease, wood chipper - all ronnie mcpatties/special sauce/lettuce/cheese/pickled penis on a sesame seed bomb, razor sharp spatulas, one little league aluminum baseball bat with a big yellow M painted on the tip, and a personalized set of stubby mchappy-gonna-poke-ya-full-of-holes knives *stab stab*
your vision is quite lovely. i'm calling shotgun on the blimp. oh, and i'd lick away those mascara tears and hump your leg. <3