Further Drippings From the Totem Pole

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This guy has been watching your daughter.

Inside this box I found another box with a severed head inside it that looked like my mother's head but that cannot be, since my mother is still in jail and they have no judge jury and executioner to execute the executable file on the desktop. Indian tech support, heap big stereotype, heap big technical know how and support. How may Big Chief Silicon help you today? I want a cyberdrugoverdose in the antediluvian bathtub of Internet data, soak me in the porn, soak me in the cats, soak me in the cat porn, soak me in your love, a love flaming in a giant punchbowl of Primus. Nutbutter and Company, serving candied worms since 1995.

You Are A Sad, Strange Little Man[edit | edit source]

U WOT M8

Amplified Antipope vs. The Scott Pilgrim's Progress vs. Pair o' Dice Lust vs. Snakes on a Brain[edit | edit source]

Never underestimeat the power of a good misteak, the fleshy remnants are coming, the multiverse is rising, fluorescent lighting is blinding the butcher's eyes in the sky in the pie, great jumping Jesus look at those obelisks! Gee! They're blocking out the fucking sun! Sheeeeeeeit. Smoke gasoline erryday, you wouldn't download a car, you would, I knew you would even though you said you wouldn't, I'm so proud of you, here take my Cadillac and drive it into the sun, I am comatose and I remember the smell of fear. I know fear's true form, which is... GABE NEWELL.

Valve Time Travel Guide to the Galactic Douglas Adam Sandler Comedic Holocaust (Jack and Jill made a film to make a lot of money, they failed and failed and failed so hard it wasn't the least bit funny)[edit | edit source]

Beware the Gemini Zodiac Killer in the Californicated anticlimax Bizarro World where the little elves roam and play chess with the Spanish bullfighters with delusions of grandeur, are they Napoleon? Are they trinitrotoluene? Are they drawing llamas? Are you ready Captain Planet, I can't feel my legs. Please send ten million dollars. Send this to all your friends. If you don't, a skeleton will pop out of your ass. It will hurt. Kiss me I'm Irish.

No More Leprechauns in the Mystery Love Hole[edit | edit source]

Ten extra minutes in the ballpit?

Centipedes? In my vagina?

The End! Get Out! You can stop reading now! Remember to tip your tentacles westward![edit | edit source]