A reading from the Book of ZOT!
And lo it came to pass that prostitution did comith to the Promised Land... and it did takith the form of Talkradio03, a neer-do-welll poser adorned with clothes of digital velvet and platform shoes of plageristic platituded.
And lo did he preach a Gospel of another, for it was plain for all to see that his words and visions were not his own. And lo didith he squak his sights and sounds from modern and relatively well lit station of the Great Cat, in a lecherous manner that added nothing of value to the brethren, nor the upkeep of his stolen station.
“Place your hands uponith my Blog and feeeeel the power of my wisdom!”
I think ZOT!
A snake oil salesman of the Swaggart caliber was he. And how the brethren did rage at his prostitude, beseeching of their leader an end to his rape and pillage of their lands and homes.
And so diddith the Kittith set sail once again to rid fair Asgard of the foul stench that had occluded the senses and clouded the eyes of the faithful.
And as the thunder roared and the growing stench of Ozone didith reach the nostrils of the fell Waxman far away in the Corrupted Land, the Kittith diddith pounce and smakith yon pimpith as were he a mere ball of twine (for a direct analysis showed his level of intelligence and comprehension to be on par with such)!
And as the vile one sought to breath his last, the skies did open, the clouds did part and a mighty bolt of the Holy Amperage did layith the the smackith down from the pimp hand of the Lord thy Mod... for heZ baaad like dat, YO!
And the furry little Valkyries of death didith decendith with the Broom and Dust pan of Justice and sweep away the digital bits and bytes of the smacked Mac Daddy Talkradio03...and they did deposit them in the sandbox of fell Trollhenge, where legend tells us that all good Kittith go to poopith... With great violence!
And as the line formed outside the Great Recepticle, many a Kittith diddith lament their lack of opposeable thumbs that day. For it is hard to grip the Sacred Can of Lysol with feline paw.
Book of Zot; Chapter 64, verse 1-10; “Where Kittith fear to Poopith”
Normie - Chief Druid of Trollhenge
LOLOLOLOL! ROFL! SO funny! Thanks!
Good to see you.
Pimp dispatched with prejudice. Another excellent reading.
I missed the debate so enjoying the thread...but when I came to this story I ended up rolling on the floor with laughter...good one!