Discopants and Haircuts

I love carpet. I love… chair.. I love lamp.. I LOVE LAMP.

I was sitting here munching on a chocolate squirrel when, while listening to a series of pre-defined Christmas songs, I realized I hadn’t truly given a painful gift to all my fellow discopanters…. After all, Christmas is about giving. Isn’t about time you all decided to give your life for your country? I don’t care if you are old, retarted, and Republican! I don’t care if you like sheep (and you are a boy) . It’s time to make a sacrifice! It is time to smoke the doobie of patriotism! Suck in the pain of freedom… exhale liberty mutual. You heard me! So stop the rubber drive (he said rubber) and grab your Rosie the Riveter, or rivet-eu-errrrr as the asshole French say, and sacrifice your life for your country! We need to send more shovelers to dig the hole deeper!!!! I’d like to… but I have to make sure the payments are on time for my new flat screen. …And it was good.

You have to understand that there are walls.. and these walls need to be protected.

Grandpa pooped again last night. Hurray!

Without further love… I pass a truly brilliant turd out of my colon. Download, tee hee, only if, tee hee, you own this already, AAAAAHHHH HAAA HAAAAA! Burp….