Blah blah blah **** blah **** blah blah! Look, we all know the rightest agenda includes death panels for every chicken in the reform bill of fights. But does this mean we have to constantly justify why we must free the cake of the golden mushroom god Flurmist!? Why must checkers taste like crackerboards of the old russian proverb, god has adidas, and he constantly forgets the pope of green Bitch village is. Well drunk. But I come to you today folks, not of the unraveling of the giant ball of string, which must be carefully preserved if the great chicken god Mordu comes looking for his damned Kurbel Fletch. For we all must free the Dake, and even then, we must wear our God shields to protect our women from pregnancy, even at the cost of our penises psychological torture. 

Folks, for a while now, I've learned that in order to fall for a giant herring wearing british trousers made of snausage, you have to act like a german midget dancing to showtunes at four in the morning. Because we never know, how the **** we got on the roof to begin with, damn the bear, damn that Fozzy Bear. His mind control devices are all the rage against the machines, that have for too long become our worst sense of direction. **** TOM TOMS! I can't stand the sound of the beating drums for the checkered flag of Mishnute, the crazed god of devil slapping, for that is what masterbation is called. For we are killing off entire civilizations when we do masterbate.

Women are like the salmon that slap loggers in the face with wet waffles. We never know how the commercial for a kids cereal will turn out, but we damn the producers of cats just the same. Folks, I want to warn you that Jesus in decorating wears his pants and flounder costume like everyone else, one fin and pin striped flannel leg at a time. Which I might add is the continental breakfast time at Denny's, because Mcdonalds is a stupid bitch for sleeping with the king of rock and roll. Thats right, I'm talking Warren Buffet, because we all know his mind is more **** then desperate housewives getting nailed to the flathouses of Nigerian princes.

Chess is good for the great Shniz Waffle Man, because goats are good for **** mountains with lily padded frogs screaming out in agony, as the fires of damnation drive them to mate with the crack addled forces of nature. Bob Hoskins must die a plentiful, and child bearing death of frosted flakes, for the madness of the great cow, and master face stabber Kermit the Frog, must be put to death for his crimes against the horrid peoples that have for too long, supplied kids with friendship bracelets of death!

You too must seek the cake God Frat, and his equally disturbing and bear raping brother Jethro, as they fight off the forces of evil with a damming song of the Chris Brown face punch. You Tubes must die for the cheese cake demands a sacrificial lamb steak to be burnt just right for the soul of Ed Mallers of seventy eight. Face punch your local baby otter today, they **** deserve it. How dare the screaming people of lilliput but put into lilles. Frogs **** in groups of ten, and cats growl at the scent of Goulda cheese.

Did you know that nine out of ten women can shoot nipples out of their breasts like porcupines? They real in the madness of critter corner on Broadway where I saw the great depression become hard and soft, like a failed rumple stiltskin movie made with Viagra. The freshmaker of the devil who's god of creation whacks off to the sounds of Finnish black metal bands, screaming for the oral pleasures of being face **** by a cuctus with ten gerbils running through it.

Are you with me? Or shall the remnats of remnants of mirrors ledges be strewn with the goldfish of yesterdays republican tumors. Sarah Palin and Palin need to go on Jeopardy. My feet smell like the great crevices of deep sea fishermen who haven't seen an episode of Lost in five hours! For the good neighbors of Mentos want all of us to be great kissers on prime time tv. 

FREE THE CAKE! FREE THE CAKE! FREE THE CAKE!