NEW YORK -- Once again, our favorite Tourette's-afflicted anchornegress (freshly recovered after having her potty mouth gang-soaped by The Peducah Praise Singers) has a hot-off-the-m*therf*cking-presses news bulletin she needs to share. We know better than to argue.
Take it away, Sue!
Thanks, butt-reaming poof-bitch.
I've just received g*ddamned word that the sphincter-sucking rectal boy who writes this c*nt-licking blog is pulling up m*therf*cking stakes and temporarily relocating to the sh*t-kicking c*cksucker capital of the g*ddammned world, Co-f*cking-lumbus, O-f*ggot-*ss-Hio. It seems that O-f*ggot-*ss-Hio State Uni-g*ddamned-versity saw fit to award the *ss-banging cat-fister a m*therf*cking residency, and he's going to hang his ball-bouncing hat at the g*ddamned Thurber House, where that fart-sucking colon poker James Thurber grew up. While he's there the *ss-humping poo-puncher will be teaching m*therf*cking classes, chairing a butt-fisting symposium (whatever the f*ck THAT means), and watching his c*nt-ramming tw*t-licking j*zz-gargling play get produced by a bunch of theatre f*ggots.
Don't get your nuts in a twist, bone-gobblers. This sh*t-stuffing *ss-licking m*therf*cking g*ddamned blog will continue. But maybe not every rectum-humping day, *ss-pirates. So keep your c*ck-squatting tw*t-licking aquaman underoos clean, butt-burglars.
More as this fart-blocking p*d-sitting sh*t-sucking g*ddamned m*therf*cking story develops. I'm Sue f*ck-me-where-I-fart Simmons. Back to your regularly scheduled *ss-fisting program, g*ddamnit.
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