Beyonce salutes the Illuminati.
Beyonce is a dirty strumpet. A dirty girl. I have nude pics of
Beyonce on my hard drive. They might be photoshops of her head on a porn
whore’s body but they do the job. She is definitely Jake worthy.
I wish Beyonce would lick my peen. You know you want to B. You want me to put the 7 inch in the computer. Admit it you slut.
What do you want me to do to you now? Spank your tush? I can oblige
you B. I’ll spank you like a dirty harlot. I’ll do it to advance the
cause of feminism.
What? You want a ring before I can put the cucumber in the food
processor? Sorry baby, I don’t go that route. Only a sucker like Jay
trades diamonds for love.
You don’t want to kiss my peen? Why not? Does it make you feel like a
dirty Jezebel? C’mon B. I know you’re touching yourself right now
thinking of me Jaking it. Use your left hand B. It’s evil. It’s made for
that kind of stuff.
Beyonce is a Siren. She uses her singing to lure men to their doom.
To give up their seed needlessly in a used Kleenex. I’m not falling for
it. I’m gonna quit Jakin’ it. I’ve seen the light.
When the Superbowl blacked out I thought Bane was gonna blow up the
stadium with a bomb. Martial Law is just around the corner. Time to stop
fucking strange pussy and Jakin’ it to online porn. Sorry B.
I hope the Kali Yuga ends after the economic collapse and Martial Law.
Fuck this devourer of men. The final avatar will defeat Kali. I’m
gonna plant a survival garden. I’m gonna buy some survival seeds from
Alex Jones. I’m a survivor. I’m gonna make it. Gots to survive. Keep on
survivin’.
The flames in hell will be much hotter than the ones on stage B. Hell is your destiny B. Don’t try and tempt me anymore.
At the beginning of the show I thought this was a man and a woman
kissing. But, at the end it was revealed that the both had long hair. I
used to like lesbians when I watched Girls Gone Wild. Now I think I’m
having second thoughts.
The end is missing from this video. I’ll post the lesbians about to kiss when it comes online.
And.. I’m spent.
