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.
She’s wondering did you learn anything.
Friday. Redhead. Fuck yes.
Call her Pope Sunflower.
She’s wondering if you learned anything today.
Speaking of things TGO would like to be doing – her.
Suddenly all my rage is gone.
Look at those insane eyes. Definitely not a unicorn. Probably a psycho killer.
BLM is a marketing campaign designed to sell stuff to basic white girl princesses.
She has no agency. The Devil made her do it.
She looks very concerned.
She needs The Great One’s attention.
My odds of having sex with her are greater than my odds of dying of Wuhan.
She could steal my sign any day.
I’d rather vote for her.
I would like to double emphasize the hotness of red heads.
She’s thinking about me thinking about how much I wanna bang her. But she can’t return my text messages.