Ah … Alas there’s babbling …not from the pubieberscent …in his absence the writer will commence …
Hence, no table-top-flashings …
Though rather insensitive and tolerable in Indonesia …
There’ll be no dubbed audio tracks …
Nevertheless …
The quite dreary acts such as Julius Malema …
Demarcating Rondebosch with ANC posters (If it were Zimbabwe, white people would go into trepidation for their farms, like taking a concertina from a baby, eh?), which the power puff girls (DA), didn’t like one bit, due to the mottled woodpecker skills, but he would rather base it on discolored reasons, right Godzilla,eh?..
Indeed bad cumpany …
Nonetheless, when it comes to other forms of tune-ups, the ‘feed the hungry child’ Kentucky oil-duct genetically modified campaign, still has an effect on me, even though I know that it’s going into the ‘tip jar’ to supply the end product Cool-Aid Roberts …
Thus far, these are but a few things that never made the news, seriously now, we need better potty than the gravely May-nay-drama, daft panting females over that twit in tights that just got married while everybody never gave two-hoots about the tornados in the U.S, and American Idol.
This brings me to the two things which make a Sunday so darn decomposed…
Hence the seismic-cement-crumpled-dried-fruit-sole-of-the-foot like faced American Suicidal, Steve Tyler, and Facebook, junky-punkish, with their Malaysia imported Blackberry’s who are like dull-witted sheep.
However, that’s beside the point, maybe it’s not the device which were made by idiots, but how these idiots ramified the cyclical trend of idiocy.
But… to move on to the absurd, yet tiresome Facebook-junky-punkish philosophies as if they know more about the good life than their own screwed up ones …
Controversies … such as the ones whom refer to you as a backslider as they know more about God than a theologian, for the reason that they stumbled on a bible verse and decided to sound less like the cow they were the previous night where they redefined being a drunk arse, and put this ass cleansing verse up for more chimps to get a tick in the crack …
And …pure earthly stupidity …the relationships which get trapped in the zipper as a result of foolhardiness like Ben Stiller in ‘There’s something about Mary’, and end at that moment …*Yawn*
Maybe …we should ask ourselves why these potty restricted thoughts make it to Facebook …Perhaps they haven’t eaten Sunday lunch and decided to whimper about their potty fixated commitments …
Thus, it’s up to some sensible yet insensitive character to come along and drop the 2rand down the wishing-well to make the hungry aforementioned arses choke on their absurd philosophies …
Make them say ‘Jesus Christ’ who’s that onion face on American Idol…
Better yet, let the two farts who are virtually and earthly insignificant log-out and shack up as we don’t require anymore unused and useless poetry …
We couldn’t care less and neither do we want to see your pitiful relationship kamikaze like dim-witted moth fly into an inferno-like candle …
Mi casa es su casa, Adíos conocido/as
Lastly, don’t bother trying to sniff our vasectomy panties on Facebook or Twitter as the writer chooses to remain anonymous, for reasons of having Jesus’ abs and Brad Shits face
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