YES!!!!!!!
well hey and hello, thanks tothe good sir martin i am able to postagain!!! thanx Sir Martin this is great and only due to the great knight of the realm the good Sir Martin!!! well the good reverend is still alive, the barney fife lil greaser didn't off me yet!! oh and greg BASEMENT monsters still thy trouble? beware they shall continue to trouble thee! and Mikey my pleasure to speak to thee again, the latest papal decree is that new beach bunnies shall appear on this site!! the church is building a new chapel upon the beach! new pics shall be posted and the pope shall appear in them, no camels however are permitted on the beach so i shall have to post pics only of the new chapel and new beach bunnies! the new chapel is great!! drinks shall be served and bikini clad girls will be serving drinks to all who attend the services here at the good reverends beach hangout! new pics shall be posted within a weeks time, so stray not from this site! also beware since we are all living longer alzhiemers didease may sneak up on us!! did i say didease? hmmm!! well do not worry aint no didease sneakin up on me! now the monkey pic is just for the hoot of it and stay tuned cause new beach pics are upcoming! i would like to thank Sir Martin for the help in squashing google for the attempt to stop my posts! i also thank the good doctor hormone for his support and his never ending fear of basements, also mikey mohawk for his support of the pedestrian church and the chief for being so gentle in his treatment of my effigy! and for all the little people behind the scenes that i have yet to fuck over!
great times to all
blessings from the pope of florida
see ya soon in the mitten state
meds are kicking in
gotta get outa here
sir martin keep the salt mines safe
mikey take care of nostra dom polski
doc hormone build a basement just for the horror!
humbly, ya sure!
ken, pope of western florida
ruler of all beach babes
surfin fadda ken!
1 Comments:
Fadda! Ya sick fuckin freako whino preist from hell!
May all of your basement excorcisms go badly and you end up with a demonized chicken (roasted) sticking out of your hamster infested ass!
May your Gris Gris Incantations turn into the acid trip from hell!
You have somehow discovered one of the deep dark secrets of my childhood...the basement Boogeyman who lives in the furnace room of my mind!
He is the Freddy of my life and I was almost over him until you conjured up from the deep sarcastic past of the land of Gitcheeegooma where only the clowns will eat your feet if you dont pay the piper before Fat Tuesdays Mamma sends a plipper up you plapper whilst you sit on the Pooper as some call the crapper....
Whooowah! what can I say!?
Da Fadda has heard my confession before i even made it known.,..amen
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