
I pray to the Great Lizard King that they each have a date penciled in to choke on a chicken bone and die in exchange for the all-consuming swath of money these disconnected mother-fucking corpse-munching enablers fork over to hit-men to maintain a steady supply of cadavers---courtesy of the multitude of innocent beings they never had the pleasure of meeting while alive---all for their always eager and ready cold-hearted gluttonous corpse-holes.
And if I see a fat fucking 400 lb corpse-muncher choking on a piece of butchered corpse in my vicinity, don't expect me to perform the Heimlich maneuver in this lifetime.
Clap for the wolfman.
Yes, a vegan party...
ReplyDeleteMaybe there is something to be said for a karmic-justice/vegan-wrath themed potluck...
A real feel-good celebration!