Would u get raid by the popo 4 Jesus????

[Madame Frottage]

Well Holy Hozannnah....


The 5-O raid moi bed chambre, no Bible verse can covey this...except....MAYBE???

They took my gun...and my humanity...I relinquish (Black baby name???) no foreskin for Satan, yet they took that out the rubbish bin and ran a DNA sample for SATAN. They found some smelly French sin!!! Little creepy crabs running up n down the folds...


Now...I"m no genius....Hell...I'm a simple servant of Amazon delivering Bibles to little brown babies by the mama side of their boulevardaise sauce.


Oh hell nah....don't tell me this ain't the work of no morphine. I am dyin' biches.

[Johny Joe Hold]

Well Holy Hozannnah....
The 5-O raid moi bed chambre, no Bible verse can covey this...except....MAYBE???
They took my gun...and my humanity...I relinquish (Black baby name???) no foreskin for Satan, yet they took that out the rubbish bin and ran a DNA sample for SATAN. They found some smelly French sin!!! Little creepy crabs running up n down the folds...
Now...I"m no genius....Hell...I'm a simple servant of Amazon delivering Bibles to little brown babies by the mama side of their boulevardaise sauce.
Oh hell nah....don't tell me this ain't the work of no morphine. I am dyin' biches.

A gentle reminder to our new friend, Mr. Frottage. Neither satire nor posting while under the influence are encouraged at Landover Baptist.

[Madame Frottage]

Yes this one was under the influence Mr. Hold. I fear an orderly may have slipped smack into my IV or I was under severe divine hold to whisk up this verbal Basquiat. While at risk of sounding immodest, I've been examining this one as if proudly gazing at my own poopie, and I can't help but reflect on what boulevardaise sauce is. One could say I was not simply recuperating at Notre Madre de Tristes Hospital, instead was on the road to Damascus. ( Acts 9), could that be the saucy street to concocts a boulevard of Frottage dreams?

[Madame Frottage]

Bonjour. My name is Helene-Marie. I am Quincy Ponce's mother. I'm am here to tell you that Quincy has passed away after a short battle with rabies. I felt I should mention it since he left this browser opened before he died, and it seems he's made some friends here. Well I'm here to inform you I never approved in him looking to Baptists, when the one Truth God to salvation is our Catholic God and beloved Holy Mary.

[MitzaLizalor]

The so-called "smack" is named after a pagan god: Morpheus.

Supposedly responsible for dreams, nevertheless his "holy father" puts you to sleep in the first place.

What happens when you're unconscious is of no interest here.

In Christ.

[Madame Frottage]

The only smack I know is the ones I gave to keep Quincy faithful to the Virgin Mary. Are you the ruby haired temptress who sueded my boy to the Baptist evils with your eccentric wiles? Is there a monsignor here to issue my dead boy's last rites? His corpse is getting green and mushy, my finger can poke right through him now.

[Romeo Rovagnati]

The only smack I know is the ones I gave to keep Quincy faithful to the Virgin Mary. Are you the ruby haired temptress who sueded my boy to the Baptist evils with your eccentric wiles? Is there a monsignor here to issue my dead boy's last rites? His corpse is getting green and mushy, my finger can poke right through him now.

Was the boy baptized? If not, I doubt that any member of the Holy Church can attend his funeral.

[Madame Frottage]

Oui. He received the sacred holy touch, blessed by Father's wet fingers.

[MitzaLizalor]

As you may or may not be aware, "last rites" can be delivered in extremis by a protestant layperson. You'll find it the Vatican Archives, a labyrinthine mess even Pasiphaë could admire. Unfortunately she is no longer with us.