Sometimes I eat bananas. But they aren't really bananas. They are high powered, nuclear filled helium baloons of soda; pork soda. Sometimes one may wonder if lovely licks of the truth may satisfy, but it won't. Only hidden in the deep, dark, chasms of the unhibited, may one find pure truth.
Truth, a substance most offered with candy flavoring. Tasked by the sweat of the normal, i suffer. Suffer with the headaches of salty fries and unstubsantiated promises of arrogant downies on a meth-fueled game of russian omelets. Not even the good ones, the ones made of macorini and the tears of cancer victims.
Fart, fart into this cup. Then wait two years and make a fart joke. Three months after that, try to get someone to loan you money and make some sort of business related to farts. If yoiu can really do that, you are a hell of a salesman.
If you can't, worry not. There are always cheeseburges and tears of Mexcio. Mexican is latin for gay. Not the gay, as in the butt pirates, but the gay as in Stukat's burnt kittens. Kittens set afire after hearing the agonzing sound of the sirens calls.
Speaking of Sirens, have you ever noticed that Domino's pizza is getting progressivley worse? Seriously, I used to be a fan of Domino's, buit now it seems like every time I order frorm there it sucks balls. I'm not even kidding, Domino's pisses me off.
Enliightenment, is it a word or a concept? Is it discovery or is it re-hashed bullshit. Is it the same bitter nuggets of matter that swell with foolish pride? Is it Ronnie's mom in shorts? Ronnie Grife, the guy behind the satire. The one, ulitmate curveball in the human existence. I love Ronnie Grife. But not in the chop him up and eat him way, more like in I wish I didnt have this cough way.
Speaking of Montana, I was thinking of buying land there. Have you ever pondered the origin of cheese? I haven't. One time I made the mistake of renting a blimp. It was an exttemely inefficient way of travel. I spent more then I would have if I just would have drove. That was the last of my blimp renting days.
Peace out suckers. BTW, you each owe me $1 for entertaining you. Peace.