meaty meaty meatloaf. i take mine with cheese, please. silky chicken strokers are back at a new place, new time, new location. Did I say that right? I don't know. We're back with our good pal Mr. Grinder, hitting us up with the vox and the axe (the body spray, please sponsor us, i wanna smell good.) 

you ever had, like, some of mama's mysterious meatloaf and you felt all quirky? i sure have. this is what that story is about cuz. ya heard. 

now, you know us, we love shitting on our boy Jaxxon (cleaveland steamer baby) the cob boy from illionis with a con dad surrounded by corn. Yeah. Remember him? We've moved on. But he still sucks his dad's little eeny weeny plastic bazonga. Let your ears be bleached with the musical genius of Gooch, Dong, and Mr. Grinder. Shmuel is bound and gagged, but that fucking cuck enjoys this shizz nasty style dawg. Are you? Do you need some water? Maybe drink out of Jaxxon's Mom's bigfoot vagina. Her period tastes like Charlie Kirk's neck yesterday. 

Have the butcher boys been by? Smells like a fucking slaughterhouse in here.

meetloaph in my gumbs (and also my tummy as well as my gumbs (sad))

Silky Chicken Strokers II