It is with much sorrow that I inform you, loyal reader

That His Excellency, the one true savior of the Jah people and Mike Tirico, Conqueror of Zab Judah and Purveyor of Atrocious Atrocities, The Most Venerable and Esteemed Sir Jean-Luc Bertrand Vincent Van Dingleberry, has passed. His funeral will be held in Matanzas on Jueves, because, in his own most intricate words,

"Yo soy un hombre sincero. De donde crecen las palmas. Yo soy un hombre sincero. De donde crecen las palmas. Y antes de morirme quiero. Echar mis versos del alma"

We are all in mourning. In his absence, it is I, noble Ser Saucy of the house of McFuck, that will serve as King Regent. That said, you bitches better recognize. I will carry out all action as King Regent with one thing in mind:

What would Jean-Luc do? Jean-Luc would tell you to suck his cock, because fuck it, that's just the way he rolls. After all, YOLO.

Survival Is A Test of The Testes

Eons upon eons ago, tucked away in a dusty little corner of a then-semen-fueled internet resided a source for all things nothings and everything, gay things and black things, sometimes even Jewish conspiracy things. In the years since the inception of this fine piece of morose cockwashing, a lot of heroin and herpes has been consumed by the creative parties involved in the pissing on wolves that this blog entailed. Some of us died. Some of us grew up. Some of us are now serving multiple life sentences in San Quentin for the rape and murder of an innocent milk man. But our spirit lives on. And as of tonight, so does this page, with a little flickering heartbeat of fuckbucketry. We may not be chronically masturbating 8 year old teens obsessed with bowl hits and brown bitches anymore, but in our hearts we still lick the butter out of our dogs' assholes. And with that spirit still tucked away inside of our cockruminating fuckweening dickshitter hearts, we can proudly reintroduce this fine piece of work into our tainted bloodstreams.

So sit back, kindly Fornicate Under the Consent of the King yourself, and have a horrific and tragedy-filled day. May your loved ones die with the dick of a doofus lodged in their ears.