TURBOSLEAZE. All caps & no spaces. Forms the basis for what we now safely know as "piss cranium jamz". I did yr Dad last night.
With Pikachu wailing not far behind on a surfboard made of Zigfreed; Roy as the anklet rope, T.S. forges backwards in time, defying logic only to make it to the "Grand Opening" of the new Crate & Barrel (tm) that opened down the road last Thursday.
With toilet humor being the last and only source of constant and consistent refuge, we fill our collective tank with any poo poo and pee pee we can find, shitting all the while.
I would like a diarrhea, no ice. And the lady will have the squid.
Abolish the money system.
Free Mumia.
Vote Nader- 20XX and beyond.
