The
President of the United States visited your parents’ home and fucked your
mother. Now what do you think of the sex scandals surrounding Willy Squinton?
Apathetic now, are you? Just the Prez doing some fucking, huh? He just
wants to lay a little pipe. Yeah, well, he’s laying a little pipe in your
mother.
I know what
you’re thinking: there goes Chaos again, spouting crazy shit. But you don’t
understand. I’m not lying. Squinton visited Elmhood yesterday, and he went from
household to household, fucking all the women in town, including your mother.
What’s that? Your mom is dead? He dug her up and violated her corpse. I saw
him, and so did the rest of this shit-crusted city.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
What am I
doing? I apologize. I’m new to the Suburban
Ghetto, and this is my first opinions column? I’ve been having difficulties
with the mayor, and I didn’t have the time to come up with a proper column. I
promise, the others will be better, but my drug-addled mind can’t take the
mayor with this thing on top of it.
Sorry. The
next one will be cleaner (maybe) and longer (definitely).
But don’t
get me wrong—Squinton would fuck your mother if he got the chance.
No comments:
Post a Comment