Its not just the book worm religions either that have problems.
Atheist are ƒükkêd in the head. Its like an electron beat the white matter to mush po ta toe, with fungus.
(weird voice) "I dont believe in a god".
Exactly, and "you" were saying?
(weird voice) "but god does not exist".
And "you" were saying?
(weird voice) "so you believe in god"?
"you" were saying?
These are the ones that make me want to hand out free t shirts that read "please, shoot myself".
I mean come on! That is alot of subject matter for someone not believing in said subject matter.
Yeah? Uh huh. (flips those atheist off, and the Christians flipping those atheist off as well.)
Hmmmmm. "ƒück you, ƒück you, ƒück you, ƒück you, (you just thought it was going to be "your cool"), ƒück ƒück , and especially, a big round of ƒück you, to "you".
I only thought I was lacking.
ƒück myself too, please, for the sake of everything made from potatoes.
So what is the purpose but to laugh, right?
After everything else is said, laughter and smiling is why I dont shoot you in the head with a pellet gun for warm ups, and then once outside move to the C-4, aint that a daddy thing?
(Mushy kissing on the microphone with a few snorts)
You see that beheading in south america?
What did you think of it. Did you frown, go and look in the mirror and cried, though about saving private ryan, and wondered, "could that have been someone in particular if my ball sack just hung a little lower"?
Little train john jimmy says "i think i cant, i think i can".
Oh, i see. (another one gets hit in the nuts)
(transition to scene on stage)
Spinal mycracken, signing into duty, on the bridge of the titanic. Welcome aboard asshole, now take a seat in this chair, and buckle up.
Here is one for ya.
Picture this, if you will. Notice how the TSA acts, right in front of your faces, and then ponder what the NSA might be doing.
Got to love those that put up security cams in their "houses".
TSA goons actually drool and slobber at the thought of working with, or for, the NSA.
(holds up sign) Thats why the employees of both branches have these on their cars. (sign reads "children on board").
Why are your clapping and cheering, sick fucks. That clapping and cheering is the only reason why it all continues.
Here is your t shirt. (turns on projecting images of people walking into the theater recieving their t-shirts that read "please, shoot myself").
See, you ƒükking morabs, you are so gullible, be proud of yourselves.
(makes another mushy kissing sounds loudly on microphone)
Did you guys see that a kangoroo, just mated with a human?
No, i promise, its true, read it on that website 'misadventuresinafrica.org", and they always provide sources.
Apparently it was a bush experiment gone wrong, for lonely hunters, thus preserving procreation, thereby preventing the back water eddy much rising to the top, in dead ended genetic lines.
(from the center of the audience - "you racist bastard, stop hating on homosexuals).
(A voice above the stage says "And who are you, you seem to have evaded our technology?)
Yeah, so, just another day in the "real" reality.
No, not that reality, the "real" "real" reality.
Its almost over, as I see you are starting to twitch back and forth your assess, trying in vain to prevent a butt rash. Dirty assholes, you should have learned more from the french and their toiletry, but instead thumped your chest, and preferred your dingle berries.
You fat fuckers are the worst, and you stink. No, putting a bunch of toxic chemicals on your body does not help the issue. I know we have talked about this before, but being fat is the zombie outbreak, and must be contained. I think a run away event happens on some point, and the stench itself further helps to deteriorate the body. Im not a doctor, but do give medical advice, her is your t-shirt.
I mean for the sake of dingle berries, its pathetic. It would not even consider the mutated species Human any longer, but some time of fungal infested blob of something.
Oh yes, that is right, its all the shït that the fat people dont want to talk about. No one is going to want a chip put in their heads, but candy, gmo food, and fluoride directly into the veins.
Hold on, let me take a hit.
(takes a hit on a one hitter)
Much better, the saved all fours of yours lives (points at four people in the crowd), you better legalize it before i find the red button.
So i was outside the other day, and this bug flew up to me, landed on my hose, and then shït, or ejaculated, im not really sure.
at that moment, i felt the full weight of my insignificance. i finally understood what that ledge felt like, that ledge under the awning, the one the birds always shït on. yes that ledge.
(looks over to where the fat ass is sitting)
i got shït all over me, stink like a rotting pumpkin, eat worm castings for dinner, and sit alone doing heroin till the break of down, all because of complacency, while listening to new age morans babble on about ascending to fairy tale land.
(points at man near front)
hey you, pass the ƒükking acid.
Have you ever thought of killing yourself?
I have. I have thought about it so much in my life i thought myself out of thinking about it.
True story. Yeah. I mean, eventually you come to realize, after thinking about it for years upon years, that are really just fascinated with the thought of it, and by killing yourself you stop thinking, so that would be a buzz kill.
My favorite thinking game on this subject is with one toothpick. How would you kill yourself with just a toothpick?
I have come to the conclusion finally that this method would not be the way, but here is your t-shirt anyway.
(puts on t-shirt)
ok, fine, i was a little selfish for not wearing sooner, since you have all had your already.
(sweet jolly ole proper English voice dear chaps)
"well jolly get your rogers, we gonna have us a gay of time in the smelly streets of London."
"no honey, you be smellen me panties, we have not bathed in weeks thanks to yrr lazy bottom floppers."
"the last time i had to use the tolitries, was the last time me leg caught caught in the fence, while walking out of the ditch, and we cant just keep dragging the children through it with rope, now can we."
i notice that everwhere i go its the same thing when the queen is involved. ever since she lost her groom of the stool, her entire domain has been stopped up, and rather stinky.
oh do tell walruss, what thy ship lead to sail, but the hollow casting of fiberglass over mobile homes?