Self-Fornicatedby Martha Vandella May 30, 2005 Kiss me, you beast with the golden toes
the arches of your eyebrows like a broken McDonald's sign the smacky wetness of your lips like the maw of a paint-stained flower (love me, Venus Flytrap) Absorb me swallow me whole crush my bones with teeth chewing me like Laffy Taffy I am whole once again your are a hole, once again I fall into you never hitting bottom I am a bowel movement squeezing from your rectum into the big porcelain void that is you out of you (into you again) My heart is like a snake eating itself or a penis tucked into its owner's butthole like the disgusting imagery in a Museum of the Grody and I am the custodian I am you you are me neither of us are welcome at Open Mic Night anymore Quote of the Day“Speak when you are angry and you'll make the best speech you will ever regret. Speak when you are extremely angry and you'll really regret it—all stuttering and shit, like Porky Pig. And they'll just make fun of you. I know I would.”-Ambruce Fierce Fortune 500 CookieStick it where the sun don't shine—that's the only way you'll be sure it glows in the dark. Does this look like medium rare to you? Take it back or there goes your tip. If you could ask God one question, don't make it, "Who farted?" Take a self-time out this week, but don't just waste it by yourself; extract the time itself from the timeline, so you can put it back wherever you want. Lucky legends this week: Sasquatch, the Jersey Devil, Abominable Snowman, and other Bigfoot rip-offs.Try again later. Top Enduring 2004 Election Scandals
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