He wants to jam with you.”
“Cool” said Bob Blobluto “I’d suck on his seed blaster too, unless he’s a fat ass.”
“Oh, he’s not fat” offered Richard Widemouth in a voice that cracked with a custard sound. The Father God and the Ghost God would know Bob Blobluto was jacking off too because they are actually one and the same with the Son God Jesus. XXX Stop by at four or so. Do you have a poem for me?”
“Sure” replied Bob Blobluto “She was a mellow frumpy girl
With spanked on Jell-O wiggly thighs
She frowned like she could never mind
To go down blind
And lick the cigar mushroom head of the
Meat cigar oh meat cigar
Her head in the lap
Smoked the cigar of the meat with the mushroom head of the
Musky meat cigar milk the meat cigar
Salty mushroom head
James Brown meat cigar
Funky meat
