this has gone out of hand.. just gross.
How about I take an Alf puppet, buy it some Mr.T camo shorts, dress it up in gold and shave its cranium a mohawk. Put some strawberry Nerds all over its body with super glue. What a godlike stature this three foot tall cotton and polyester figure is, almost reminds me of Aphrodite. I must destroy the gods! Chain some bricks to its feet and fling it off a freeway overpass, hopefully killing Richard Simmons in some freak lucky accident. Who woulda thought that Richard Simmons was on the west side highway getting a blowjob from a west village fifteen year old cross dresser? Well now the mushrooms had hit, time to run, something’s got to be wrong here, anything. It must have hit before, why else would I have done that with that damn puppet from some bad 80’s show? I will then run to the Hudson River, look at my reflection in the water wondering why a paper cut out of myself would dance on glass. From pure curiosity I will lunge for this two dimensional figure in a joy filled exploration of mind expansion. Holyshit sucking I wasn’t thirsty at all Batman, where did this orange juice come from, who are these monsters of forbidding pressing on my chest? Could Leviathan be unhappy with the sacrifice of the god I had created prior? The slime of the river is a sudden surprise, and the paper cutout dodged my jump and sent me into a trap, can I swim in this gunk?
How about I take an Alf puppet, buy it some Mr.T camo shorts, dress it up in gold and shave its cranium a mohawk. Put some strawberry Nerds all over its body with super glue. What a godlike stature this three foot tall cotton and polyester figure is, almost reminds me of Aphrodite. I must destroy the gods! Chain some bricks to its feet and fling it off a freeway overpass, hopefully killing Richard Simmons in some freak lucky accident. Who woulda thought that Richard Simmons was on the west side highway getting a blowjob from a west village fifteen year old cross dresser? Well now the mushrooms had hit, time to run, something’s got to be wrong here, anything. It must have hit before, why else would I have done that with that damn puppet from some bad 80’s show? I will then run to the Hudson River, look at my reflection in the water wondering why a paper cut out of myself would dance on glass. From pure curiosity I will lunge for this two dimensional figure in a joy filled exploration of mind expansion. Holyshit sucking I wasn’t thirsty at all Batman, where did this orange juice come from, who are these monsters of forbidding pressing on my chest? Could Leviathan be unhappy with the sacrifice of the god I had created prior? The slime of the river is a sudden surprise, and the paper cutout dodged my jump and sent me into a trap, can I swim in this gunk?