Eating some jelly

Kerala what is your problem now i gave this fat bitch a tamborine and asked her to fucking sing for me like lungs could lift a fat ass up for a walk down to the bodega for some over priced sharp cheddar but she just stood there slack-jawed and oh my tits she wasn't wearing any liner or floral patterns and I wuz lyke u hambeast dyke lol HOW DARE YOU. One of these dayz she's going to ooze out on the sidewalk and I'll accidentally step in her before stumbling too close to a speeding taxi which by the way, taxi maxi pads i won't miss your shit at all. Big city, same bars. Long songs, same keys. Young kids, am I a young kid now? The fact that I'm older now than I was in 2003 makes me flip a hip shit whenever I think about it. LINEAR TIME IS FOR FAGS. Can I watch you do your make up? I always wondered what it is about women that makes them women--there's such an orchestra of effort that I hear whenever they clamor by, all knees and tit drapes, mascara running away from their sockets. Do you scarf and barf? I want to watch other women put on their sundresses in the morning before they take the scenic route to Bergdorfs to charge some lyrca purple stretchy contraption to their card subconsciously humming about how men are such sadly visual creatures, how much more sad it is to be the creature that caters to that acetone, ACETONE GIVES ME A MIGRAINE. I think it's Fergie's fault, that dumb bitch. Do you order your dressing on the side? Do you spit or swallow? Does the new Miley Cyrus song give you a hard on?

I have an entire dance routine planned and it involves elbows and ribbons and baby bird feathers being sprinkled from above on a fat woman named Kerala speaking in tongues to the beat of ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL!??!?!? I'm going to record it and then I'm going to blog about how this made me feel deep in my lower intestines sandwiched between my lunch proteins and then I'm going to put it up on Youtube and become the star I always knew I was. What do you dream up while I lick you down?