In the house of humiliation, the cornholio is the gift that keeps giving for the pile of excrement masquerading as government clowns, day after day
Who Are These F**king Guys? – ‘The Days of Our Virus’
Strap yourselves in boys and girls, it’s another day ruled by demons who blow toxic shyte up our arse’s and tell us it’s sunshine, and
Sotto Voce Lamentations – ‘The Days of Our Virus’
Give the boneheads a new day and they’ll drop fresh guano to add to the avalanche that’s already been discharged from government and corporate arseholes.
The Next Day Under House Arrest – ‘The Days of Our Virus’
Most days faced by the unwashed – the pressing thought of many is wondering what online hell awaits them with the dawn of the next
The Flaccid Dick – ‘The Days of Our Virus”
The gods of sanity weep at the state of the minds of those f**ked up beyond all repair who have the ‘authority’ to cast our
Sunday Baroque
“Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life
