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Jessica Simpson's Taint

OOH I got your attention now.

Yes, this is going to be entertaining for you. Nothing intelligent whatsoever; how you like it!

Because reading is haaard... unless it's disgusting, and vulgar, and violent and sexy and shocking and ultimately disturbing. Well here you go:

Jessica Simpson gets her dad to rub her taint with a rusty dildo on the freeway for a brand new reality show!

Or would you rather look at a picture of a kitten?

Because if you actually paid attention to what's happening to you, if you stop thinking about yourself as anything more than an ornamented sponge for idiocy, waiting on a fucking 401 K, dying in a home as your kids hesitate to pay the bill for a hospice, digging a ditch, you would find yourself selling your body to afford therapy.

So rejoice along with me, for the destruction of culture for the sake of forced ambivalence, let's all hold hands and ignore the derelict. And when we do notice, finally, what has happened to us, let's be sure to blame The Others and Everything Else; it certainly wasn't our fault, we were victims.


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