happy birthday

what better way to celebrate the birthday time, its happy time i like for special fight night like love of the lord. I have a calendar for everyday of the year for make the better of things like christmas, thats why i like it, but only in a good way, you know.
what better christmas wang like chestdicks for love of your life, its fresh than always when you only just ironed it, only for cunts like US happen the bargain of the final frontier.

Its CHESTDICKS, ultimate glad wrap and child-like chicken for your happiest birthday wishes of our fighter lord, he hath fury.

Where's All The Wang..

Hello darling..
Look i saw her again, and again, and again, and again,and fuck,i saw her wang again...
I hate wangs..she want my wang, in her wang,walking the dog old wang again..
Don't like wang..
Don't like dog wang..
She said, Don't want your wang again i say don't want your wang..
No one got no wang, no more..
Wheres all the wang gone..
I say turn it in to pies...
She say, i make wang pies..
I say ME, like wang pies...
So..All wang again

CHEST DICKS!

here see the important Christmas message by our new hero called 'TIN' -you will be seeing more of his genius shortly... -god bless! This has been a public service announcement from your friends at CHESTDICKS. 'once a chestdick, you never look back. You are fucked forever. The world is a sick old idea...

DON'T TELL MUMMA

Hello there chestdickers...
Look i found Mumma...
She was at the dental gym the whole time..
She sure was...
Thats why chestdicks are like we are.....
Too much breast feeding, when we were chestdick pups..
We sure were...

rice magic

The tiny critters came out of the rice jar.
I didn't know how they got in there. The rice jar was full of the little yellow fellas.
I picked out a couple of nice ones and took 'em to show the Mama. Soon as she saw them climbing on each other she got really mad. Mama says it's bad when the critters from the rice start doing that.
"what are they doing Mama?"
"Oh god! they're doing something awful! They're doing a really bad thing!"
I took them back to the kitchen and put them in a bowl,
then I put a book on top of the bowl and went down the street to speak to some kids I know about a big black dog I saw having a sick grass poo. Then it got dark and in the end, I went to bed and forgot all about the little critters.
In the morning I saw the bowl in the kitchen and hurried to take the book off and let the yellow ones out. I was so surprised to find the bowl full of the tastiest rice bubbles I've ever had!

Who are they? Read.

Grimy whore lips, scallops, hanging out of undies and expecting money if you're drunk enough to put your tongue down there.

"Its a wonder christmas doesnt make us want to fuck the burning meat of this manchrist" he once said, but we all know its the only time Uncle Russ lets us on the bad end of his bedstick, primed juicy vulva usually IS Soup of the Day. I thought they were only for eating.