A Supple a Day Keeps the Hyperbole Away

What is this, and its unapologetic snake oil propogandas, tempting as to touch a pikeyporn (porcupine, in cuter speak), as revolting as Nicole Kidman's embarrassing pratfall into SyFy, what's the deal 'More-uh-kuh?  Oh shit, is this $olyent Green?  No, just a delicious drink that will eliminate all pain, all immobility, all badness in this world, will this illuminati-powerful panacea get rid of that crazy creepy ass motherfuckin' Facebook?  I admit I'm not sure which is worse.  But somehow, I'm totally ready to order 100 cases (which is, coincidentally, a low low price).

Ready to get supple?  Def con 5!!!  I see sore dick in your future.  And I'll see you again very soon.

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I say goodnight on dog the bounty hunter, or whatever the fuck duck dynasty merch available at Walmart, including little girls nightgowns, this show is.  Sorry, and not to be a crazy creepy ass, just a harsh observer and hostile judge.  But then we talk and you get vehement and then sweet and then bashful and some indignant and then some quiet loss of social confidence, followed by a growing boredom, and finishing on fucking sexy.  You can't deny the source of my motivation to be put/stitched back together, the...I know you know the feeling. Nothing can stop the pivotrim.  I love you, Criminal.