the quaint smell of.....

newspaper burning as it encases the shit of an old hobo as he masterbates over yet another sarah palin article. she really is the spawn of cockmanger, the evil creation of tim burtons other self, dredged through the marshes of death and slumped at a beauty pagaent. who does she think she is? swanning around with guns shooting bears? what a capitulated little snarly cunt she is. i hope obama gets in and then employs her as his first whore. i mean, hes black and therefore a pimp for steroetypical sakes.

but yes, it is late here. unless you're reading this in another country and therefore it'll be another time, of which i care nothing of. it is this time of day i am often unable to think straight and sometimes ramble like an old man retelling his war stories in some small country pub about how he lost his wife using her as a shield to deflect nazi bullets. ya'see, I am not really me. i'm actually from the land of broomhandles which is found in yorkshire somewhere, and my secret job is that i destroy objects smaller than the eye can see. which is quite difficult. how can you destroy something if you can see it being destroyed? thats where i come in. i have magic pants that allow me to shrink to old chinese woman height (about 17inches) and can then see small inanimate objects that none of you can dream of being able to look upon.

did you know that there is life in you belly button? i drown them everytime i whack myself off, but fair play, the little buggars keep coming back.

anyhoos, its very late now. and i'm going to bed. its 11hours adb and so i will have a strange sleep.

remember... sarah palin, cocksmoker. mccain, insane. obama, whore farmer. you know who america needs to get in.