How the times they do change.

We used to cut the nuts off punks like that, have him yodel around the castle in a funny hat and pointy shoes.
For kicks, we did this.

Now, they have this little-wank so cream-puffed up the whole globe wants to strip his androgynous lesbian look-alike ass down to his tiny white cotton panties and play paddy-cake. Course this is all called for, vapid celebrity worship, ball-less bitch-boys, an estrogen enveloped plant, pathetic man-children easily conquered and controlled.

They are all great tactics, but elements of my, ‘Master Plan for World Domination’, disgusts even me.

Keep On Chemtrailing,
The Boss