It didn't help things grow but it did/does stink to his high heavens.

Angelic stand-up ensued and, lo and behold, rednecks sprouted in what was once fertile soil. Needles to say, everything with which they came in contact started stinking and turned a ghastly shade of manure.

but for the purposes of this entry, we'll focus on Ohia. Anyway, runoff from these flooded, poo drenched hollers established a primordial stew of sorts, giving way to a salvo of comic genomic misfires.

When God made Hilltop USA, long after he created man and had his first divine breakdown, he collected the fecal matter of every creature, great and small, and threw it in a corner of the world that would become the midwest. He deposited the excess into a couple of other spots across the globe...

86.4% reported positive impact on liver enzyme levels.

There's always boundless energy for bullshit.

The simplest way to remember birthdays is to put them on your calendar.

Golly gee and gog bless.

We only hold out our hands to the big donors.

I'm now finding out that the dee in four dee chess stands for deeementia.

Currently, in select locales, insects can sue you in a court of law if you violate their rights.

'Calling it peace while talking about putting a country into the ‘stone ages’ is wild.'

Seems to me what we got here are multiple cheeks on the same, pimpled and chafed backside.

She’s going to the home of a dog person.

THE GREAT SATAN SHINES AS A BEACON TO SEAR HIS UNSPOKEN MESSAGES INTO THE EYES AND MINDS OF A LOST AND DYING WORLD.

Our lives have turned into a terrifying escape room.

I hooked that sucker through his turkey jello, reeled in, looked him dead in his dead eyes and said, 'Ream work makes the team jerk'.

Look at all the rat poop!

What did I do in a former life to earn growing old in such a time as this?

OMG. If you were here I'd run you over with this pathetic St. Patrick's Day Parade. Then, I'd stuff you in some bag pipes, fill that pouch full of car exhaust, and squeeze out a polluted version of 'when the saints go marching in' that sounds like a song sung through a fart maker.

焼きカレーの妖精 will visit u when u least expect them.

The woman with the leakguard braids keeps many secrets that she'll never reveal.

I'll be burping eggs well into this evening.

Scalding and soggy. This is the vibe.

Can the world start praising me non-stop, already? Constant praise and validation will make me hole.

This American Life.

MKultra is alive, well, and living under witness protection.

Belligerent intellectual dwarfism has, once again, become fashionable.

Communism BAD. Pharmamilitaryindustralcomplex GOOD.
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