Little Miss Muffet Sat On A Tuffet, Eating My Fucking A.

Come here, baby. Come give Peabs some love. No no, not that kind of love, you filthy old soomka! Are you prepared to boast and host and Emily Post the Large Margest sn-sn-sn-snausage your silky-smooth rootin'-tootin' uterus has ever has the pleasure of accommodating? Dr. William H. Cosby and yours effing truly felt that you whorish Catholic slooty-sloots have been so goody-goody gumdrops this Lenten season that y'all deserve a present. And by "present", what Peabs really means is that come Friday, my gorgeous self and my loyal cokehead sexual deviant sidekick will be treating each and every one of you to a juicy prime rib dinner, smothered in our au jazz. And if that's not enough, I'll be more than happy to allow you to Rimmy-Rim McRimmerson my fucking beautiful ass! Nothing compliments a hot beef dinner like a tossed salad, my lovelies. Kinda like how nothing compliments your Lipps, Inc. like my D™ club-manwiched in between them. Schmobvs! Speaking of doing massive amounts of Levitra®-laced angel dust and getting sloppily she marred by Babar, this week is National Motally Rotally Rodney Roo Week! Be sure to pick up a bag of peanuts and fashion them into anal beads and literally go fuckadee-fuck yourself, you effing Rik-Rik Rikki Rackmans! Bang your fucking head on these balls, you fucking butt-ratastic flabbergastrical bypassing ass-clown Bobby Brown bunny sunny day real estate masturbating wenweio3489ecdbnzxci8anmaw3eisdjsdbvq3w98sdjZ ksdmsysdksed8((mweksy3mOnsi8r) dn493bsd89s!!!!!!???!!!!?!?!!! Ratzo Rizzo!

You'll have to pardon Peabs. Bodney Sue shat on my winky-woo this morn and, because of Winn Dixie, it's made me antsy and dancing nancies! Peabs in every direction! Muhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

No really, oh pleabs of Peabs. I'm actually rather Fab Morvan! Blame it on the rain or the cocaine, but I haven't felt this rigatoni boney-maroni since Chef Boyardee licked my tees and easy-cheesed Betsy Ross' buttfloss with bisghetti sauce!! Lest we forget the Great Spooge of '75, when Coz and myself simultaneously ejaculated on each respective cast member of "Barry Lyndon." Remember that effing hotness, Bill Cosby?

"Youuuuuuu seeeee, Dizzzzzzzeeeeeeee Rascal flazzumed his prickly prick into Kubrick's knickerbocker wicker rocker! Flozzle bozzle mozzle movs, I'm gonna shatspadat 'cuz my name is Coz!!"

I have no fucking clue what I'm talking about.

Doesn't change the fact that Peabs is a fucking genius. She mars. When my moneyshot hits your eye like a big Peabs-a-pie, that's, well, my fucking hot load on your mizz. Duhvs.

More later, when I become more inspired. And by inspired, what Peabs really means is when I'm high on BenGay® and special K and getting my testes sucked upon by a nestie full of Westies! Gobbly gobbly goo goo goo!

Obvs n '05™.