I saved you for bacon paradise falls, carousing with kindle spirits, and your curtain rod love affair with BILL doomed us. Why did I save you?
I served your gungous-MOM in the caverns of Elbis, while robot turgin-nords observed my broken body and bloody stool. You couldn’t stop my pubic fury, why would you try. I had sky juice on the loose looking towards a broken ceiling of zazzy hazy madness. Why did I serve you when my anus was prolapsed?
I remember standing in the burning sun with my 6 armies, prepared to storm the outskirts of S’compton, in search of boovula magic sauce and the 8 oils of complete womanly exultation. I gathered rubies and emeralds and monkey gold and gave these gifts to my wives, and i GAVE THEM TO YOU MAN … and you took the loot and went for your skoot out to the edge of the solar discus. Why did I stand there when your own genital crabs had aids?