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I have two confessions I'd like to get off my chest at this time. They are as follows:
1. GWYNETH PALTROW LIVES IN MY ASSHOLE.
Gwyneth Paltrow lives in my asshole. Sometimes she pops her head out and says "Is Shakespeare still in love?" and I say "Yes...with you, darling." She laughs girlishly and goes back in. For a few moments I get that "have-to-go-to-the-bathroom-real-bad" feeling, but it goes away as soon as she settles down.
2. I WENT TO SEE MY NEIGHBORS' NEW BABY ONE NIGHT, AND...
I took one of those little Fisher-Price piece of shit toys as a gift, but when they opened the door they barely noticed it. They were prancing around like a couple of idiots, gushing about the new baby and how wonderful it was. Well, when they showed it to me I couldn't help wondering what the fuck their major malfunction was.
First off, the damn thing was pretty much the ugliest little fucking toad I ever saw in my life. Second, it smelled like shit -- and not that almost-tolerable grown-up shit smell, but pure, blood-curdling baby shit. And lastly, it was screaming its fucking head off nonstop, setting every nerve in my body on edge.
We had drinks in the livingroom later, and I excused myself to use the bathroom. I passed the baby's room and went in there instead. It was still bawling its fucking head off, driving me out of my mind. So I pulled my pants off and climbed onto the crib, positioning myself right over the baby with my legs wide apart. With a tingle of anticipation, I felt my bowels begin to move. Presently a large, foot-long turd emerged from my asshole, dangled suspensefully for a moment, and then plopped right on the baby's forehead with a dull, firm *splat*. That really set it off, but its cries were humorous and satisfying to me at this point. I waited till its mouth was wide open and then launched the second turd right on target, shutting the little critter up with a muffled gurgling sound. Then I looked up to see the proud parents standing at the door, not quite so proud now -- more like utterly mortified and stricken with a paralyzing horror. With a cute little smile I put my finger under my chin and said, "Aww, look. Baby's first shitface."
This post made me want to evict Gyneth Paltrow from her hermitage and move in myself.
My latest confession: I saw a girl being eaten by an anaconda yesterday, and it turned me on immensely. Oh, the sounds! The muffled sound of her ribs snapping one by one, like brittle twigs, as the reptile crushed her chest... Her last breath, forcibly pressed out of her lungs in her final fleeting moments... And the silent screams that followed, with no air to fuel them. Like a once blazing fire, reduced to glowing sparks in the ashes.
In fact, I made a recording of it and I now listen to it on loop 24/7.
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It's grime time.