Let Mí Guess… Ewe didn’t see, IT! —Coming
The South will rise again, and for the record, Texas is in the north, so TEAR DOWN your Executive Cabinets’ eye lids, TEAR DOWN your semen mister President on every swinging dick and elastic cunt in that meeting.
Hold be there is no try only Love Du Mí… 2, 3, FO’ : Love—Love Du Mí.
What’s The 311?
Little Ramona threw away her Honey Suckle ROSE Boots and she got herself some Combat Booths³.
Such Sweet Torera… that pinche Malin°ch€.
Hey, Commissioner… Évry body in Paris, Texas, knows that Mrs. Jones is a junkie… “Ashes to ash and funk to funky”, and Dearest Mika you are not going to believe how Donald Trump is going to inseminate rednecks, oakies and those cavemen in The Appalachian household of the Vice-president’s block… With TEARS, Mrs. Schmœ, with a TRAIL of Tears 😭.
³~. Yes, Pam Bundled into Bundy’s body count, I Am Talking about That BOOTH, the one you never seen before and the same one that GAVE the LINCOLN his famous guest room at the Graft House in the District of Columbia.
Now where was I, ah Yes!!! 🤣 The number 26. BEHOLD BITCHES, you are not going to believe what the number 27 is going to bring, ”the most philosophical of all the Alabama Songs: Major 🧑🚀Tom.