Yes bitchwhoreslutcuntbloodyrags of human waste that we are supposed to call ladies, the king of telling the truth about these holes on feet is back. This is my opinion on women now, if you would raise your heads from the dicks of any guy who would buy you a drink in a bar, you could finally proclaim me your god. But, as you walk through your cum-gargling, pityful excuses for a tuna sandwich life, always remember: Your place, which is, digging your graves with the bridge of your nose, with my cock firmly up your ass.
Love always, your buddy and future god, Pulp
PS. In the words of Mr. Garrison, Wendy, I don't trust anything that bleeds for 5 days and doesn't die.
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