I was gonna bang out a podcast this morning like I banged your little sister right before the football team used her for a cum bucket. But then I looked at my to-do list:
shopping (Gods help me, I’m going at attempt to brave Wal-mart.)
catching up on emails
organizing some yoga videos
finishing the movie Jose and The Pussycats (Which I will talk about in an upcoming episode.)
and not gonna lie to you – some computer game time
And I decided that instead of phoning in a podcast the way your little sister phoned in taking my nut I’d just record over the weekend and bring you some quality on Monday.
And remember my friends:
No we aren’t. No they don’t. No I won’t. 2021 is 1984.
Also remember red heads.
Suddenly all my rage is gone.
She’s wondering if you learned anything today.
She’s thinking about me thinking about how much I wanna bang her. But she can’t return my text messages.
I would like to double emphasize the hotness of red heads.
She has no agency. The Devil made her do it.
I’d rather vote for her.
My odds of having sex with her are greater than my odds of dying of Wuhan.
BLM is a marketing campaign designed to sell stuff to basic white girl princesses.
She’s touching her face! There oughta be a law!
Friday. Redhead. Fuck yes.
She needs The Great One’s attention.
She looks very concerned.
She’s wondering did you learn anything.
She could steal my sign any day.
Look at those insane eyes. Definitely not a unicorn. Probably a psycho killer.
Speaking of things TGO would like to be doing – her.