Having been raised secular Pagan, today we celebrate the Sequoian Equinox and trek deep within the belly of Memorial Park to satiate the Wolf God with sacrifices, bloodletting and dance.
If you live with in smell of the bayou, chances are you will see D. Burnes in hairsuit sprinting on all fours with a dove carcass in his jaws tonight. Consider yourself lucky, because it could be a lot worse:
No one, likes a ball hog.
No one, likes a ball hog.Happy Easters motherfuckers!
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The career of the fat guy on the right peeked in Pee Wee's Big Adventure, the one on the left, Can't Buy Me Love...BOOM MOTHERFUCKER!!!
And I only hunt quail, bitch!
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