Love, deceit & strip poker

Dutch door action. yup, those bitches know how to party, anyways, Donkey Cock wrote a love song or sonnet for his gal Nell, A: cos he's a romantic cunt & B: cos hes a literary primate... so heres goes;
Were tha best pardners this worlds ever seen together were Mr & Mrs Boombastic, but sometimes its hard to find time to tell u, u aint spastic, ur the bloom of my heart, ur mind body n soul are fantastic, Ive got the gal, she's gunna tear us apart, Ive got the gal, she's gunna declare jihad on my heart.

Now if that is not the most romantic drivel ever to spew out on da internet, hell, dang.....
it may not be tennison, but who can beat that fella? the man was a god.
my elbows hurt, my gonads are fluctuating in size, my brother wont play with me.... wot?

epicness, a state of nihilistic integrity

bethovens ninth, is epic, it makes my beer drinking epic, im narsisistic not bitter, mebe cynical but not over thoughtful, if i was bitter, i'd be pissed the guy from that godaweful 80's band devo appropriated my classical compositions ( I wrote them in East Timor when we was deployed * good for morale) i could be pissed off my ex girlfriends engaged to a walking penis implant, i digress, im feeling good about myself, the  music makes me feel like a norse warrior or somethin, a german templar night (who just boosted a motor cross bike) i could be bitter, resentful and generally an asshole, but Im a grownup, my gal wont give me permission to be grumpy, so u can stick ur negativity, yr social democracy, yr marxism, yr fascism, yr scientology, yr mean spirited christianity UP YOUR ASS!
is slef norweigen for self? it would be cool if it was, then my grammatical errors would make me appear a wordier donkeycock, not a semi drunk politically incestous literary vampire, woteva that means.
hell im not willing to bet on any of yer stupid sujestions, im just gunna sit here and sober up...... starting now!

thankfukdatwasntadedratinmyshoe

That wasnt a ded rat in mine shoe, praise allah! praise JAh! i had a dead moose, or maybe mouse in mine shoe last week, it squelched in my toes and stunk my hovel out, fuck ya lord, hallelujah!
if nobody smells it does it really rot?