Perfect Retarded Chancellor Crafted with Eroto-Comatose Lucidity

The Shadow Government Needs Dopes! NOW!

Tone Death is the Enemy of Jollygoods. I will blow your asshole wide open if you come at me against this ethos.

I Eat Cheeks, A La Mode

Black holes blow glitch kisses.

Burned out car husk filled with candy

Steeled woman staring blankly into an empty chair

``They HA didn't do it,`` whispered the goof into the gun pointed at his mouth

An Ocean Of Deer Cascading Into A Dead Star

If I told you that you would die tomorrow, who would you devour?

Are you ready to take your business to the next level?