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.
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