This has never been written before.

Wham thud pow to the bang bang boogie, boogie to the woogie come on. No thank you, Helen, I couldn't eat another bite. Sexual disorientation, and the coked-up porn star doesn't fear death! Refried shoelaces take the express lane to the great hereafter. Mud puddle lollipop, crashing on a purple mountain. The ocean of shattered hearts fills a blind man's soul, but the fire still lingers beyond. Testicular defibrillation for the unpleasantly brilliant and anal sex for the huddled masses. The pie was delicious, but the kangaroo stole my man flower. My spoon is too big! The cat is wearing tube socks, and for your information, plenty of people touch themselves inappropriately when watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Feces occurs, existence continues. I'm so happy, I could kick a socialist.
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