State of the Union Jackby D.J. Mac Factor ![]() July 22, 2002 Random parables are wearable
surf sluts speak of Sarin gas like a bubble from Hitler's ass America's flying at half-mast Conspirators eat beer and s'mores while Dutch elves poison naked bears nobody cares what the emperor wears as long as he curtsies when he swears Ugly duckling nipple-suckling foreigners with blonde toupees cheering for the Oakland A's suffering through their own malaise The end is near, the beer is here wise up, rise up and get busy concubines will make you dizzy avoid them when they're in a tizzy Omar Bricks get the chicks Rok Finger gets the underage cripples When Bagel moves his ass ripples Lil gets down like Mr. Whipple Whatup, shutup bitch be a cut-up you can't play Bach on a busted up cello Bush ain't even black when he plays Othello best to be mellow like your ass was yellow. Quote of the Day“Impartiality is a pompous name for indifference, which is an elegant name for Cletus, my inbred asscrack of a neighbor about whom I am far from indifferent.”-CK Festerchild Fortune 500 CookieYou wir find gleat rove in an ord flend. That's not an accented translation; you just have a really weird fortune this week. It's time to face the facts, or at least the facts of life: even if you manage to get that face you drew on your hand pregnant, it's just going to be one more mouth to feed. This week's lucky ringtones: Hangin' Tough, Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm, Two Princes, Kokomo.Try again later. Top Shit That's on Fire Right Now
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