Friday Thoughts n' Links
DarkSock here, for a pensive Friday Thought and Links. Son.
Pensive, because, y’know, we’re fortunate to live here, in 2005, in a prosperous country protected against greedy f*ck-society me-first sociopath bankers that would, if left to their own devices, destroy the world economy. A country free from the e’er present threats of the world’s avowed anarchists.
No…ours is a country filled with unsung and selfless heroes. Such as Plinky’s Mom, who donated the trimmings from her labiaplasty for Lindsey Lohan’s lip reconstruction. (*YOBBITA-YOBBITA-YOBBITA-PHRAPPPFTH*)
A country where we are free from dilution by illegal aliens. (*AKK! AKKK AKKKK AKKK!*)
Where red-blooded U.S. men can do what they wish with their Best Girl. Unless a sign prohibits it. But you can always try and get her to see things your way.
Butt enough…let’s now see things OUR way:
Volleyball Bonanza Featuring The Holy White Pixel.
Unintentional Digital Man Pear That Jacques Doucheteau Would Prolly Still Hit. No Homo. Son.
Bulbous Bunny Booty Boner batin’ Pear.
Beloved Bulbous BeachBall I’m Starting To Get Kinda Drunk n’ Horny and Need to Go Do Somethin’ Pear.
Ducklips, mandanna, blow out, orange skin tone. Yep, it’s 2005 at the Jersey Shore.
Big fan of thumb pear’s ass dimples.
Although he no longer haunts these pages, the honorable Baron Von Goolo may be able to confirm YOBBITA-YOBBITA-YOBBITA-PHRAPPPFTH’s place in the Cthulhu Mythos.
While we await his verdict, I shall commence using my hand and thoughts of Frozen Selfie Pear to please my verdict.
In communist 2005, the bronzer wears you.
I feel bad for Volleyball Pear No. 1’s Ham Dangle® all wrapped up like that.
As Spring finally springs may the warm southerly breezes lift that floral skirt, may the exposed clam be shorn, the buttocks firm and taught, may the resulting Renob not be too noticeable.
On pear Friday , I’m never afraid to click on Dark Sock’s links…
Ass monkeys
I dig that mom pear. If Mrs. Kroeger looked like that I might start ass fucking her more and shit.
Since I am 59 days from my next “fuck the hippocratic oath, I gots liability insurance cockk to suck” possible pee test, I shall blaze up some fine NOLA greensleeves and enjoy the Rev’s excellent stoner soundtrack.
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Be not afraid, Dear B.P.N.D. I am no Jacques. Blue Waffles.
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I have solidarity with Et Tu…FREE THE HAM DANGLES, PUTIN!!!
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sTonEd n’ DruNk, UnK. Son. STpechild.(s)
Like a triple-neck ukelele I span that space between life and dark searching for relief from the pain. Pain like an Alabama Hot Pocket up against Nancy Grace’s head. Sipping julips in the sweltering afternoon sun of the mind. LBJ was a communist Jew as sure Obama is stoned with the Chaiman Un and stoned through another day as time melds goes I.
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Ya go see a Naturopath for a Myer’s bag with a Glutathione and Selenium push Son. Liver will be toxin-free and shit for a reasonable fee. And lot’s of booze and niacin to flush your brain and blood vessels and shit.
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WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I WOULD SOOOOO NEVER HIT THA- okay yes I would….
But…to each his own.
‘Sock?
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One time Lou Rawls was telling me a storey on a Halloween Eve. Respect to Lou for being awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross for his work during the Second World War for his leadership of the much celebrated Tuskeegee Airmen (respect brothers) and shit. We got to talking about how his wingman George “Pigfeet” Bush, a distant cousin of Prescott used to take to the weed when he was flying missions over the Rammsteeen……Fuck, I forgot my point.
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Good job on the recruiting over at the future site and shit Son.
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Everybody needs the light
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I’d pee in and on that Horse. She gives me the renoBs.
Slappy White and Nipsy Russell were in the Tuskeegee Airmen with Mr Rawls who really could sing the panties off a colored chick like no one’s business. And by sing the panties off, I mean bang.