Focker A Firefox

France forced to slaughter turkeys, population decimated. Al Qaeda in Saudi Arabia and blowing things up, shocked, shocked I tell you; round up the usual talking head suspects, I'm sure; and better fill that tank up tonight; we only walk away from things now, driven to drive through the long nights of our soul, but that's another debate and the sun is rising again, in my pants. Ha ha. Suckers. Me too. I like the kind with gum inside, and miss the rush of sweet tart youth, but that boy never went away, though there was a hostile hormonal takeover; but I always say aging beats the opposite, being dead looks hella fun, not. Except when you're going through times that crush you like cans in the hands of boys needing girls and girls needing a fucking break, and a hug and a snuggle, thank god or something for their great grace, this world would be unlivable otherwise. I said it! And signed it with a bang! Bang bang!! I used to say I wish I was dumb, and then it came true, so maybe your dreams can come to pass as simply, all you have to do is want it; ah vanity, I was dumb all along; and your ego shall guide you to the precipice, and giggle, while your pride will snicker, and nudge, then you wake up looking up into bright white heaven, as the doctor man breaths foul halitosis at you creaking, "Don't worry, we'll make you wish you were never born."