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Greetings, greetings listeners! Thanks for jumping in on this soundbite, and I'm about to read a couple writings from my friend, Philip Gott. Yes, he's such a creative person and one awesome, funny friend. So, sit back, relax, and here we go with the first one! Prickery Dickery Dong, these are all names for a schlong. They can be short, they can be long. Some have names like Mr. Snake or Little John, but that just seems wrong. Prickery Dickery Dong, these are all names for a schlong. And now for the second one coming on up. This one is called Eye Holes. This morning as I walked outside, I looked up into the sky and saw the sun as it was glaring down at me. I started to run, then the next thing that happened is so fucking insane. The sun started laughing and speaking to me, has something gone wrong in my brain? I set my eyes upon the sun and slowly feel the pain eyes sinking deeper and deeper, ceasing to exist as they slowly melt away. So whatever you do, don't look at the sun, cause if you ever do, he'll melt out your eyeballs, leaving you with empty fucking eye holes. And that does it for the couple writings from my friend Phillip Gott. Hope you enjoyed and thanks for listening.