Oh my goodie goodness , the air is alive with flying faggots of doom. Pigs , Pigs , Pigs, we retreat to the vegtable stand where a collection of sorority girls have become vegtables. Jesus wept , Jesus came and Mommy Mary swallowed and so the story went on and on . Two prissy fat girls waiting for Satans JOY juice, or at least the enflamed rictus loins of Glenn Beck. Cross dressing Tush Limburger faggots oink in parody of us . I still love my maryjanes , at last i can wear a bra properly. why cant i find the anthropmorphic pig of my dreams , the door opens , window shades flutter like eyelash condoms , What is the secret of cheese ? mold and puberty . You collapse in sissy satisfaction . now I just need a fashion consultant.The Tea baggers come for us in the night and deny it. Not a half bad fuck i think seconds before the bullet enters my brain.