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Apparently a headline that includes the phrase "sucks dick" gives a rise to smut peddlers. Which is fine I suppose because I like smut and smut peddlers are cool.
I've been woefully engaging the news lately :(
Yesterday they showed on TV a clip from a repentant young smut peddler who engaged voluntarily in child pornography.
He felt himself up and beat off for money!
How cool is that!
But now he's in court testifying how he was taken for a ride and he's sorry, and he talks formally, he may as well be speaking Russian, niet, Francais.
I like France.
One time I was at a bar. Only once! Okay, many times, but on one occasion I got a kiss from this girl and it may have just been from pity. She said my accent is a terrible thing and nearly convinced me (pretty girls can convince me into anything) to speak American, but I found that I was unable, and it was only at that moment that I realized she was wrong about me and America. America, the land of the free, is a paradise in which a thousand languages gather together to sing and dance to the music. And that night I danced alone, as usual.
And the young man on the TV succombed for sucking cum. And people feel sad for the lad and they're glad to carry their banner of hatred for everything free, because to them it makes more cents. America, is only a dream, a lonely dream.
I got to drive in the snow and I'm glad I put on my hat today. It's so cold and the heat is low and the mice freeze and so I'm thinking that perhaps I should buy a candy bar, a chocolate candy bar to fill me up with that good chocolate and to think about the black people. How much chocolate do those black people eat on a fancy winter with hats upon their heads, screaming about the dance, and they dance so smoothly, imagine a football painted black and shiny and spiraling through crisp cold sunny air, as if to say I'm going to the dance, come to the dance, all come to the dance follow me and we shall dance and the chocolate bars await but they're melting from the sun even though it's cold out and it makes you wonder about everything and nothing.
I've been woefully engaging the news lately :(
Yesterday they showed on TV a clip from a repentant young smut peddler who engaged voluntarily in child pornography.
He felt himself up and beat off for money!
How cool is that!
But now he's in court testifying how he was taken for a ride and he's sorry, and he talks formally, he may as well be speaking Russian, niet, Francais.
I like France.
One time I was at a bar. Only once! Okay, many times, but on one occasion I got a kiss from this girl and it may have just been from pity. She said my accent is a terrible thing and nearly convinced me (pretty girls can convince me into anything) to speak American, but I found that I was unable, and it was only at that moment that I realized she was wrong about me and America. America, the land of the free, is a paradise in which a thousand languages gather together to sing and dance to the music. And that night I danced alone, as usual.
And the young man on the TV succombed for sucking cum. And people feel sad for the lad and they're glad to carry their banner of hatred for everything free, because to them it makes more cents. America, is only a dream, a lonely dream.
I got to drive in the snow and I'm glad I put on my hat today. It's so cold and the heat is low and the mice freeze and so I'm thinking that perhaps I should buy a candy bar, a chocolate candy bar to fill me up with that good chocolate and to think about the black people. How much chocolate do those black people eat on a fancy winter with hats upon their heads, screaming about the dance, and they dance so smoothly, imagine a football painted black and shiny and spiraling through crisp cold sunny air, as if to say I'm going to the dance, come to the dance, all come to the dance follow me and we shall dance and the chocolate bars await but they're melting from the sun even though it's cold out and it makes you wonder about everything and nothing.
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