She Zydrate On My Anatomy Until I Come In A Little Glass Vial Or Whatever

she zydrate on my anatomy until I come in a little glass vial or whatever

is this something

Find me a building worse than 432 Park Avenue, the most useless evil capitalistic ugly twink in the world, home of stupid holes, billionaires, and Tax Evasion

Marge Simpson once said "foilage," and now idiots everywhere abuse the foliage brush

And God said, "Let there be light," and the boy was lit aflame, and God ripped a fat, boy flavored nicotine cloud, and behold, that shit was good. Amen

There once was a young Christian boy who ate cigarettes. Every day he would eat more and more, but he would not die because he prayed while he ate the cigarettes. He ate so many cigarettes that he grew to tremendous size. When the boy finally died, the priests wrapped him in a great silken funeral cloth. It was then that the heavens opened, and from the clouds descended the hand of God, who plucked the tremendous cigarette boy from his casket. It was then that God lit a flame and smoked him.

She flip my coin till I heads heads heads heads heads heads heads heads heads heads heads heads heads

she rosencrantz on my guildenstern until the both of us are dead