The small reward I get from all this Straight talk is knowing that Melvin S. will die many years sooner than I will. I hear he has prostate problems from all the ass munching he does behind Betty's back. Something about Penis Pumps up in his prostate or something. It makes me think of his lisp and that pink suit he always wore when was still unknown and jocking public officials for a recogizable leg Up.
When he croaks from natural causes I am purely certain that many shall be at the ready to steal his body and mutilate it and keep sending out his parts to the rest of his skeleton crew of elders living < send it out and pay for the compensation and punitive damages Mel directly caused. I wonder how much his skull will go for on Ebay.
Baseball anyone
Baseball is all in all a good game I suppose. Skull fucking and skull batting is fun, too. But baseball can sometimes take on spiritual and even sexual undertones. You know what I am saying; Spirit of the game. One person Doing the whole team to help improve the batting average. That sort of amalgam.
Well when Betty is getting fucked with a broom stick and a steel brush in a nonprivate hell, when Betty is saying please don't hurt me and a fat team of lil' demons are giggling as they count the money they pimped out that ass to themselves with - I will be sleeping better knowing that I am younger and still alive, and sleeping better knowing that my own hell won't be so damn rough on me.
I am only bashing at Betty's sexuality because I have read that Betty is not really female. I am Not a meditating rapist here - I obey those of the factual female gender. I love my lady.
Noone has any remaining proof that Bertie got that operation back in the seventies when his mate Melvin saw their mortatility and decided to rebel against 'god' by opening a child mortuary.
You think I'm fuckin joking about child mortuary; I am sure you have seen or read of the kind of zombies and meanies that have been created at Straight. I'm one of them and maybe you are, too. Damn, you can't seem to shake that off with a clean stick even after the years have rolled on.
I don't think Jesus takes pay offs or campaign contributions. Its too bad I won't get to see the look on Melvin Motherfucker's face as he's burning in a personal hell sitting in a blue chair in his own filth while being spat on for eternity behind closed doors. His guardian demons will tell him they love him and what a new and wonderful graduate he will be when he applies his plageurized steps and gets honest.
Of course, they'll be lieing because it's hell baby, and that is the sort of existence Melvin has created for himself.
