Everything here is a work of satire and fiction. Any resemblances to people, alive or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidence even if it looks like it's not, or even when I explicitly say it's not, because I have poor judgement.
If you find this blog offensive, please leave and never come back, ever. Returning if you're offended is about the most retarded thing you can do.
If you're here to build a court case against me, fuck off. You're not allowed to be here.
Before you jihad me, realize that I don't even believe the things I say. For real. It's all a big sham. Thanks for visiting though.
I think I just pooped in my pants.
So did Camilla one night years ago.
She probably still has the stained undergarments as a memento. (I’d imagine they’re Nazi panties.)
wow. just…wow.
I KNOW! Camilla is evil for giving him a cake in such poor taste!
Poo, there is a spot for you in Canadian hell!
I’m quite certain there’s a bravery award out there for posts like this.
Is that the new collectable bobblehead commemorating six centuries of PC?
I admire the ballsiness of this post. Don’t ever compromise, PB!
words fail me…