Porn Cops/Corn Pipes/NWO NFL Hijacker?

Felt the inside of a body of evidence quivering in its grave last night at 4 o'cocksuck in the afterballs, laid out on the Gurnie Colonel Sanders popcorn chicken corpse lacerated by numerous missile siloes that dominate the chest region in the times of the Second Cumming of Penus Christ, Lord, Savior, etc. of the Church of Sildenafil, best known for their 1969 classic Nazi mural of multiplied offspring from the time of the Zyklon B Deluge led by Arkolf Noahtler. All the Socialists crowded on that deathboat ship of fools playing checkers with their own Deathly selves and losing to a giant flying eyeball named Puff the Honalee formerly, now dislocated from its former owner, an eye without a head, but the dragon wasn't real in the first place, SO WHO WAS THE MARJUANA METAPHOR?...no metaphor here just a sappy folk song for kids by some 1960s DOPES with no other method of adapting the poetic blooming flower of the Maui Wowie...alas the Opera House was a rigged rigged trial performance, no case dismissed by nobody's double negative AIDS bearing fruit tree freak show babe in the woods with Alice down the mystery death rabbit hole.

Of course you realize this means war, all bananas on this end, all non-suggestive fruits over here, fight to the finish where nobody survives except the top banana, I am not biased against you, fellow apples, pears...pears are suggestive, a telegram came in from 20 years ago with Michael J Fox stating: If you see an acting agent named Lew Siffer, drop the soap and let the ball roll down the slippery slope of the wonderland of Gaol, Hoosegow and Sons, Inc., established 6666 BC (not BCE! You abolish his name, you get no chop suey at Great China Food Establishment Mao Founded in Heaven! Mao=Jesus! Let the Golden Shield protect the noble TCP/IP standard from evil! Amen.) by Yog-Sagoth, Cthulhu, The FSM, the KLF Foundation, your mom, and every link in the chain letter listed as Y-789 Subcategory 3 bazillion on the Shandy-Scytheson Standard Scale (SSSS! Acronym-Serpent hissing in your face, fool! Devilish! From deep cover I brought this message, so be thankful you fucking idiot-Agent Mr. T of the Illuminati Elimination League and Dorito and Mountain Dew Supply Company, 420 blaze it) of Chain Mail (no knight armor here, look elsewhere, like Wikipedia, would they ever lie to you?...That was a rhetorical question), who all got killed in their sleep by some dead girl who told them to post another link in the chain of lies and intricately crafted fake urban legends, creepypastas, ritualpastas, LOTSA SPAGHETTI...wrong pasta, eh (GAY) Luigi? Mamma mia!

The plumber's profession is a le(a)d zeppelin waiting to crash on the stairway to heaven at any moment, ready to pounce the mighty megaplumber rises from the caramel catacombs of the candy rainbow parasites from outer space to seek vengeance on Conan the Librarian for stamping him into this Storck-trademarked Werther's sepulchre, where the skeletons are chocolate boned and ready for edible passion from a human bean wanting to belch or fart its Heinz-scented stench on its pelvis, or perhaps have the human bean rocket to the moon with his butt and crash land into Buzz Aldrin's remains, so that the human bean can prove NASA faked the moon landing. Buzz's bones feel sticky, and the implications are he wasted a life's work on nothing of consequence (40 or more years ago it would have fared better) and the skeleton is the chocolate dude that at one point told him a long story short ado about nutting:

The ugly barnacle continued on its memetic path to the apex where all memes die, and where all stories die: in the telling, which explains why Tolkien wrote a 3 million page story when he wanted another Hobbit-length book and killed Albus Dumbledalf the Grey and Gay (and proud of it! Another book burning scheduled at midnight, witching hour: the seventh and last and the most eeeeevillll! We're so stupid and blind we don't notice the Christ parallel with Harry himself! That's conservative Christianity! Hohohoho! Hahahahah! Heehee! Heh) but everyone spoiled it because their brains began to rot even worse than if they had seen Survivor and wanted more TV, more TV, they chant it and they shiver like they were withdrawing from heroin, but this is even worse than Heroin TV, son! This is Ambien Internet, where everyone is mad without knowing it asleep, unaware, and I wake up and the corpse is still there on the gurney but it's being roasted over a spit while I am also being roasted over a spit, wouldn't I be roasted yet?... but my mind's third eye of the universal astrological whoroscope consciousness is severed from the hardware, and I remain as software to be abandoned on the abandonware sites of Limbo and I wait 20 million years, even my metaphysical form is bearded and my beard comically traverses the whole waiting room, everyone laughs at me, I wish my ten mile long beard would set itself aflame.