Not being rude or dismissive: I reviewed all of the pretenders for the thrown that I would put under those names but the crossovers of evil of them all made me default to my latest meme:
All Of The Above.
Lewdness and Lust couldn't even be awarded to Stormy Dan Heels and Orange Man when you have a Altzymer Old Man that sniffs people like a dog with its nose up your butt.
See?
I thought I was up to the tisket a tasket but my moldy green and yellow basket had the bottom fall out.
I simply thought it might be a fun game for you but I am definitely not up to the task, being quite politically naive. I automatically assign most politicians to Hell.
Now... see?... I'm picturing you with an asbestos hair net, an ashtray nearly full of cigarette butts (some still smoldering) and you holding a nearly warn-out rubber stamp (with red ink) that says: DOOMED on it while your stamping the papers of the Damned in an endless line, as you yell: "NEXT!"
Here's an exercise for you. Assign the appropriate humans to the following hierarchy of demons.
https://www.ranker.com/list/hell-demons-hierarchy/jodi-smith
It sounded fun until I read the descriptions.
Not being rude or dismissive: I reviewed all of the pretenders for the thrown that I would put under those names but the crossovers of evil of them all made me default to my latest meme:
All Of The Above.
Lewdness and Lust couldn't even be awarded to Stormy Dan Heels and Orange Man when you have a Altzymer Old Man that sniffs people like a dog with its nose up your butt.
See?
I thought I was up to the tisket a tasket but my moldy green and yellow basket had the bottom fall out.
Witches not to say that I would not like to see what kind of ranking of the rank monsters you might have for us.
Did I do all of the proper double-negatives for that to come out right?
I simply thought it might be a fun game for you but I am definitely not up to the task, being quite politically naive. I automatically assign most politicians to Hell.
Now... see?... I'm picturing you with an asbestos hair net, an ashtray nearly full of cigarette butts (some still smoldering) and you holding a nearly warn-out rubber stamp (with red ink) that says: DOOMED on it while your stamping the papers of the Damned in an endless line, as you yell: "NEXT!"
That's my alter-ego.
I left my ego at the altar.
I left my hart (it was a really big deer) in San Francisco.
Great post! Thank you.🙏❤💐
The Dark History of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome
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