NormOh Crap!
If there's one thing that really gets my back up it would have to be muscles. Muscles. The very thought of them makes me tense. I could go on all day without stopping on muscles. They make me so tight. Particularly around the anus region. Forgive me father, it's been days since my last shit. Shit, muscles are such a waste. I won't waste your precious time with all this shit. You have better things to do than chew on a mindful of crap. I suggest that you find yourself a nice quiet spot and curl one out. Drop the hostages off at the pool. Failing that, find some brand to help you release your offerings. No doubt you've spent the night digesting all those delicious morsels that you appreciated so graciously. The gracious appreciation of morsels is graciously appreciated. I'm not just going to type this shit without muscles. You're probably wondering by now what you're doing with your head so far up my arts. Well, let me drop this on you: a big colon suasage. If you have stumbled upon this post while searching for this, then you can stop clenching your teeth. It's about time you realised what a pile you really are. If I may be the first to say so - you are. Let me reirritate: bowels brew bog bricks. Put down your papers and start wiping. It's been a long time since I've had one like this. Another one to sink to the bottom, you'll probably say. I had planned to make this a little longer but I'll cut it short. I have excellent control. Textual diarrhoea is not contagious so you can stick your nose right in. If you are rummaging around in this mess, you're probably too far gone any way. May I suggest some toast? That which takes jam is the best jam. If you are into jam, spread 'em. Look, I'm sorry if I haven't exactly been. I'm still in the process of being. I'm only a humourous after all is done and wiped. You look flushed. Perhaps you need to go in for some treatment. It's lucky for us all that text that sticks to the wall does slide down eventually. Can you imagine a dog that had all the characteristics of a cat? That's a cat. Sorry, I think I hear the brown cat barking at the back door. I thought I left it a jar. Crap in a jar is nothing like jam. Put a cork in me, I'm done. I thought I was, anyway. Oh, shit! I've got to go. Thank you, I've been an excellent host. Crap, shit, bog: faces.
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