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I looked at those children, then at my own children, and came to a sudden realization: we must stop the Great Sperm Massacre. »

May 30th, 2005

In the summer, the never oft-changed underpants can be sensed from a full 400 yards away as the accompanying lady-folk of these cross-eyed clans hike their skirts in order to display the full expanse of white flesh, like a day-old slice of blubber from Moby Dick ? roughly the same size, roughly the same colour and certainly just as putrid. GODHATESGOD.COM

« I don’t know how difficult it must be on her end to sell only one doughnut, but there must be some complex paperwork shit involved for her to resort to such trickery.