BunnysBastatrds

Fantasy football is winding down and I hope we get something started.

Have you ever fawked a sheep in wolf’s clothing and declared “ So saith the sheep, so saith the shepherd?” Dolly wants to know.

Misguided and incapable of thinking critically about their life choices. Influenced and manipulated to the point of being incapable of making sound decisions at an early age. The indoctrination of our children is not a good sign of progress, it’s a sign of those trying to force feed everyone there ideas even though they represent only three percent of our society.

In the 1800’s and the 1900s we put people in mental institutions for depression, stuttering, and a myriad of other mental issues deemed not socially acceptable by today’s understanding with therapy and drugs. Some were given lobotomies, which did nothing but make them worse. Google lobotomies and psychiatric patients at the turn of 1900’s. Should we go backwards and do that? Some that we share this planet with are fawking mental with no conscious or regard for anything. And we as a society accept it and the media does as well giving them it. The days after of the Las Vegas massacre was my wake up call and also Pinhook. You ever notice how the Vegas incident isn’t talked about anymore. It’s been swept under the carpet by all. And the social media ignited those flames to those. This has been happening since the beginning of man.

Me also. I played a course in Gulf Shores, Alabama, Penisula. 206 yard par three from the tips. Hit my Billy Baroo (4 wood V Steel TM) three inches directly in front of the hole that sloped front to back. So close but so far away. My first thought was Wow. Then had a few Kewrs lite and all I could think about was, why didn’t the green’s keeper not choose that spot inches away. Then a month later I’m playing with a thirty handicap on the north course at City Park. He tees it up, hits a beat up Crapflight off the cart path , into the wall of the bathroom, it ricocheted onto the green, and into the hole. I was fawking speechless.

Yer moms snatch.

You are your own worst enemy.

That’s the quanudrum of split pea soup with KYJellyfoam. I used to hunt in the swamps. If I found you on a marsh bank on the bayou whilst hunting sguirels, snakes, and gators, and speramicidalfoam was on the other side the bayou saying you fat, I would save you in my camouflage speedo with my Rambo knife, the one with the compass and stitch kit, in my teeth! A beautiful swampy story. After I save you, we drive the ten foot outboard boat and address fomiabletampon and say goodbye as we throw an entire bag of marshmallows to her.

Depends on the Oilers

First thing I thought of reading this post…

Spermicidefoamingatthemouf…Spermicidefoamingatthemouf…Spermicidefoamingatthemouf

Spermicidefoam…Spermacidefoam…Spermicidefoam

Spermafoaam…Spermafoam…Spermafoam

Shut your fawking pie hole sir. They are and i will ride them all till my moped gets stolen by a fatty, again.

One that can fail my breathalyzer I can.

I just realized who he reminds me of…

Little Johnny comes home from school and found his dad working on his car. Little Johnny: Hey dad, I heard some words today that I don’t know. Dad: What did you hear? Little Johnny: Biotch and possay. So dad goes and grabs a Playboy and sits him down. He grabs a sharpie and makes a circle on the centerfold. Dad: Little Johnny this is a woman. Whats inside the circle is a poosay. Every thing else is biotch. Understand?

Tell that to Randolph Scott

His name is not Kunta KinIky anymore. His name is now spermicidalfoam.

Giants white.

Wemens that don’t have 80’s bush.

Evil Dead…

I painted yer moms rotten eggs on Good Friday and it wasn’t cheap.

Mine…

The herpes and the sypliss , he caught from Nikki the Muppet made him crazy and is in hiding in a closet in Brooklyn waiting fo Geraldo to find him.