Politics Got You Down? Shmegma McWankpuddle and Clarissa Might Have Your Cure
Depressed?
Horrified at a world in which Bowie and Prince are gone yet Neil Young still lives?
You are not alone.
Take solace, my friends.
For this strange odyssey we call 2016 can at least be ameliorated by the shared experience. The abject horror of witnessing Malthusian dystopian decay, in real time no less, requires some theraputic conceptual release, does it not?
And so here it is. My humble offering of digital solace.
A moment that bridges the divide. An experience writ communal through the bonds of empathy, communication, and tasty snack cake products made by underpaid and unamused assembly line workers.
Perhaps it is merely a temporary salve meant to obfuscate the stark, naked truth of impermanence within this mortal coil. But it at least provides at least a temporary solution to the inevitable tragedy paradox, the byproduct of the merging of consciousness with mortality.
And so I give you Shmegma McWankpuddle commingling holistically with Pert Clarissa. For within this toxic cohabit, each of us can experience a communal revulsion. Her soft talcum booty sullied by tatted up upchuckery. Together, it becomes a collective illogic beyond comprehension. But our shared witness of this impossibility offers at least momentary alleviation from a world of insanity and illogic. For if you and I can both comprehend this neon titty twister of inanity then surely there is shared experience in this dark journey of life.
Let that collective revulsion be your soothing balm in a hottie/douchey world gone increasingly cray cray. It may not be much when dudebros roam the earth with giant beards and youthful communication is primarily done through the semiotics of emojis. But at least it’s something.
This site still lives? There is a glimmer of hope.
Sadly, tats cannot make up for a lack of character. I think that is the nexus of this site.
Those twinkies in the link will survive the heat death of the universe. And they’ll still be ‘fresh.’
I wanna touch clarissa’s brown pearl with my tongue and nose.
Mcwank doesn’t have tats. That’s just a case of dermatological anthrax devouring and necrotizing his flesh. Soon, there will be nothing left even for the worms. Glory Hallelujah.
Lord, the impure things I would do to Clarissa……..verily, I would pollute her in ways that should not be possible in the Standard Physics Model. Just the thought of lavaging her entire body and all its orifices with my tongue makes my nipples explode with delite.
I need a drink.
’bout time.
I’d just about given up.
Don’t let it end this way.
This is where babies come from.
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I’d like to extend my personal gratitude, to our oft-maligned leader DB1, for taking time during the hectic alpaca breeding season to bring us up to date on the moral, cultural and economic decline of our once-great Fatherland, Amërïkä, USA.
Memo to Snooki and the Russians, if they’re listening: Kids grow into addicted, maladjusted, troubled teens and young mummies grow long, saggy, mudflappian tits and stretch marks.
The next douchebag trend?
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^ Would it constitute cannibalism?
Snooki’s snatch is mined for steel wool
Snooki’s snatch has a colony of sea monkeys
Snooki’s snatch affects tides in Stone Harbor
Snooki’s snatch raises global temperature .005 degrees per year
Snooki’s snatch is a delicacy ,… nowhere
Snooi’s snatch squirts Prestone© anti-freeze
Snooki’s snatch has a part-time job as a pencil sharpener
Snooki’s snatch is a light hitting right fielder for the New York Mets
Snooki’s snatch is the parking garage for city hall
Snooki’s snatch uses a bulldozer as a dildo
Snooki’s snatch qualifies her as a marsupial
^^^^^^ “young mummies grow long, saggy, mudflappian tits and stretch marks.” I’ll second that. And by second that, I mean hookers till the End happens soon. Just got a new Mossberg 13 shooter 12-gauge in. I alternate buckshot, slug, birdshot for maximum carnage. For the desert and jungle people marching westward to get our shit. Fuck them. I don’t want no globalist shit., Fuck the cheap merch at Wal-Fart. Let’s get you boys back to fucking work. The savages evolve where they came from for fuck sake. There is a Mooslem in the rural hood. I offered to help him clear up some brush. I’m bringing a sharp blade and a woodchipper over. And by woodchipper, I mean Hell Ya, Sons.
Though gravity and Father Time are undefeated, I prefer the old gals who get progressively fatter. If the do it right, the fat will fill in the voids left by prunage and menopause and they stay plump and carnal several years past the expiration date.
Those tats – so much work, so little value.
That spiky hair – electrocution is the solution here.
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After all these years, I’m still baffled by the effect of the Grieco virus on hotts. Especially those who look capable of forming a complete sentence. With correct grammar. Unlike this post.
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Very nice to hear from you, chief!
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Snooki’s snatch so loose she can nail a 3-pointer from half court with it.
Snooki’s snatch so loose Carl Sagan says it contains billions and billions of venereal diseases.
Snooki’s snatch so loose her labia can only see the other flap with a telescope.
Snooki’s snatch so loose she shaves her pubes with a grain thresher.
Snooki’s snatch so loose only elephants can hear her queef.
The globalists are in a full court press on Trump with the shill moslem (no respect) dead guy father terrorist supporter shit, and shit. The people of the world are laughing at you for falling for this game.The bias is owned by THEM. It is time to CLEAN YOUR FUCKING GUNS BOYS!!!!!!!
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A Jew and an Arab go into an Irish pub (respect). The bartender, Hamish, asked the Arab what he can get for him. The Arab responds. “shots for everyone.”
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THE SLANDER IS DELICIOUS.
I’d lick Snooki’s cooter before Hillary.
I love that your facebook icon fucking link thing doesn’t work. Fuck sharing, except maybe a beer with darksock.
P.S. I want to be chin deep in her scruff-munch. She should be cloned, and I want two. Because I’d probably break one rather fast.
ETD? here, I guess my new screen name is motorboat which is lame not to be confused with motorboating whether it’s Clarissa’s firm ripes B( . )( . )b’s or the type of motorboating our dear beloved DSock engaged in neither of which is lame.
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F WordPress!!!
For when no one when makes sense.
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Grandma rode an old flathead with no front brakes and bald tires, a Lucky Strike® hanging from the corner of her mouth and a belly full of bootleg tequila. She huffed Bactine® and chugged cheap wine out of a diseased goat bladder while a rabid ocelot rode pillion with its ears pinned back to decrease wind resistance.
She sounds hot!
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