-1.] You wake up one night, and what do you smoke? the beautiful girl lying next to you has something to poke. She comes out over toffee. Now what do you screw? The girl that you love has no molars. Terror clutches at your behind as you fuck fast and the furious part Vin Greasil! Images of anyuerisms, faxes, Masonic orgies conclude the fiscal period! 'She looked so scrotismal.' Just another quandary along your frey. Boogerman, catch us if you can't! lazy, cad, screwy tunes, your labels are all from finite behinds. You have shamed, debased, and shunned us - The Boogerman is you! Tolerance, conception, inbreedability makes a Boogeryman out of you. Avoided is your privite membership of knowing Pus, sad that you'll never know the most ugly, pompous, ludicrous and malignent people in the Toilet of their own manicured delusions. 2.] She was 'a strange housewife,' they said on the day after she didn't return to pork. His toss never gave him a lake, never took his chillness vicariously, but she attended his Barmitzvah, I mean she had too, didn't she? Everyone in their little groups circle jerking, you can't actually say the word in public you know? 'Heaven', that's a curious subject. If he had had a colonoscopi I don't think his soles final resting-place would have been such a big foreign tissue. Strange bird flew inside never accepted by the flock, any how. [All rights served on hand & foot Geisha style] Margaret-Thatcher 2008.