Reeper
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 Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 11:19 pm Post subject: Books to read |
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Because of my well established links to the industry of written paper goods, I find it my duty to advertise certain materials for your viewing pleasures. Why take these simple spatterings I found, whilst browsing the SA genre.
First up is a delightful book, containing more than 16,000 barely legal (in 22 countries) games, for the gentleman and his lady friend. All the classics are there, as well as a few more saucy modern adaptations. Who can't resist a game of blind man's muff, one eyed serpent toss, arroused trampoline hoopla and many many more. So what are you fucks waiting for as the disclaimer reads. Buy today, pay tomorrow.
Next up is a rare treat indeed. A delightful spattering of recipes, all served up by an irritating, highly smackable, poor hygene inducing wank shaft. Taste all the best nosh there is to offer. Try the exploding sausage suprise, cream drenched sticky buns and a Kashi fave...brazen side of breast with moistening agents....mmmm yum yum....make mine a double.
Finally for now, we have a beautiful childrens tale, from the same people that brought you: Mr Marxoogle and the anal probe fiasco, 123 legs on mummy/daddy (a read and learn tale for children of transexual parentage), and Hammy finds a stinky hole. All set in a drug crazed fantasy, it's the readers task to find the elusive Welsh man, amongst gaudy characters and odd amounts of innuendo for a childrens book. It'll keep the little ones quiet for hours and adults enthralled at the funny antics of the Welsh man of many a disguise. Reccommend age range 12-72.
All comments and thoughts are property of Clayvimcore Kashi and Romero Ignasuous Francis Theordore Blythe, unless critism, sueing, or general hate mail is thrust forth in their general direction. In such circumstances they wish to point full blame at Rum BahBah Bom Basticus, who's lacking in firm hand is clear indication of youths gone wild. Also although they admire his food, Mr Oliver annoys the piss out of them in showman ship and hygene methodology and this is no stab at him as a person, merely him as an entertainer and wanna-be cocky monkey. That role belongs to Blythes and Blythes alone Mr Oliver...and don't you dare forget it. And sub sub note...these altered covers are now Mr Westons property. It was decided by Blythe and so it is law. Courts and artists, authors and publishers shall not interfere with our mockeries. FREEDOM OF FUCKING SPEEEECH U NOOBS.....man I'm tired.
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