Previously on… I fucking told you that there was fucking coq 🐓 on that Pope, or how I Learned To Love The Opus Dei.
Missionary if you are going to bet … hog Wylde if you don’t gamble.
Evil Grows where my Rosemary glows.
Come As Ewe Are, but leave your Pearl Jam at home.
Don’t Fuck with Pam… for once she’s a Beast, twice she gushes like an AEROsol canister and TRICE MAGI she is not KOSher; use Margarine instead it’s like butter and a lot kinder on COWS.
Musical Guest:
Stone Temple Pilots
$€X TYPE THING
Over on The Susana Poveda Booth it’s Kevin Costner and the French Bitches who love him.
I swear that ONE can’t literally make this explicit content up, it’s on Évry mother-FUCKING-morning Show.
Literally : BLACK LUNG meets THE BLACK PLAGUE
Porn: it’s in the Eye of The Beholder… Thanks, Obama!
Over at the Porten-Bach At The Ranch 🤠 Show, Billy The Kid was about, wait Scratch that… Billy The Kid was in The House. Öüï repeats Billy The 🐐was in the house… and Oh, deer God!!! Billy the Kid went skateboarding.
😜 i am going to take a nap now. Do not wake Mí, Eye is only sleeping.
As a general Rhule… Organized Chaos is in fact a Cluster Fuck and nowhere near or related to Organized Grab-Ass which is directly proportional to just how much NAVEL GAZE you incorporate into your Amigos Invisibles sessions.