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What follows the UKRAINE WAR … ???
This war will be followed by 8 SCROGON wars … all fought over ginkus-meat and tribblings and the leftovers from second harvest sifting of corn kernels … and undigested carrots.
You will eat stew made of munkis and mold, you will boil in the hot sun like a gumbo freak. Your eyes will be glassy and red and your neebus pipe will close off, sealing off all your stool so that it begins to excrete from your pores.
Following this? – the 9 hooker armies will encircle Grinken Town …
WHEN SKLEEBO JONES rides high in the sunset, and Terry the joker-roney gets his hamburger helper start-up going?
When the dongle-berries turn green and then ripen?
After the schlungis birds fly away, down south, to feed upon the decaying corpses of old men and young hooker princes?
Then you will know …
I was TORGEN-HERDER, with Putin, in the time of ape-priests …
We fed on bat meat and chased jungle women and suckled upon the trankle-fruit as we rubbed ancient spices on our nads …
Late in the evening, we would ride elephants covered in gold and diamonds …
Little jungle children would light firecrackers and handout chicklets …
The caves would be revealed, and the nastiest hole would find peace.
When Jengiz-Tuul finds the lost cup, and fills the brim with blood-ape juice, then the QUEEN of HOOKER CITY will be at one with total victory …
Neegus? The Infiltrator?
He will be taken to Beckest-Dor for trial and strung up like a cleaven freak … being eaten alive by mutated genital crabs …
And your hooker wife? – what shall she say?
“Why don’t you support the Ukraine?”
“… why don’t you go into the kitchen and make me a sandwich …”
89 scrid ago, when the tailors of Tilapia made ice-pants and corsets of steel?
During the age of BOJIMBUS, when Tyre was burned and Carthage ravaged the busty nuns of Dunbaah?
We hired our own robot slaves to clean out the gilly-pipes and massage the dringle. We made guns out of potatoes and hid them in our butt crack … and JILLIAN FERTILITY was to be had if you could get the coinages …
I did not fear the muskrat or the owl …
But I did fear the wretched sadness, turned to old wine and misery.
Emerald queens, you had your jungle realm. Untold nightmares and storms haunted those places, crammed between Nordis and Trog. Sasquatch, 15 feet tall, chased busty women through your streets, as the joggers ravaged Grinken Town.
Fisty nurses, with tired eyes, handed out curses to all …
Genial soldiers handed out lead.
(until everyone was dead)
By the YEAR of GUMPTOUS, all buying and selling will happen with TROG-LORD coins … you will buy your gallon of protein slurry from Old Dingus’ Protein Emporium, you will saver that lukewarm greasy mixture, in the cold damp room hidden from the sight of God.
Your mind will begin splitting and ripping, and your heart will become cobalt and deranged … Angry hordes will hunt you for your nad-fragrance and sell your eel carcass to the hookers in sector 44 …
And Bitcoin will make this all possible.
Hating people … (not all people)
“I don’t care where I live, I can hate people anywhere.” – Dr. Freckles
Failing at everything …
“I fail at EVERYTHING … including giving up, or giving in.” – Dr. Freckles
FACTOTUM: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/497199.Factotum
PHYT … (fit)
You look fit …
You look really good …
Wow, what are you doing?
Have you lost weight? – I know you have … P90?
Yoga? – sure …
Anal-flinktus … why not …
Pear of unbearable pain shoved up the bunktus-pipe? – sure …
You look so phyt (fit).