PNS336 Soleil Moon Fry’s enormous tits tweet

PNS 336 show notes by this disgusting pile of crap -- Thppppppp. Oh, excuse me. Just practicing getting my fart on for later. If you think I’m hefty, wait til you listen to this show. It’s like me with extra bacon fat and more cheese shoved in. PNSexcessplosion. Ready to chow down? Martha Stewart and those whiny girls are live in the studio. Was there ever really a pet pig, mama? David J’s back to promote his XXX vid, “All Hands On Dick.” Ahoy! Did you hear the ShamWow guy got booked for fighting with a hooker? Well, wow-wee! Crystal meth - oh, yeth. Catch Pat stripping at the Lucky Whore’s Shoe on the corner of Clark and Regret. PNS is huge in Japan, where it’s called “Crazy Sexy Fun Fun Fun Gay Time Exprosion.” The Barack Obama Chia Pet is available in “Happy” or “Dignified.” What, no “I’m Pissed Because I Inherited Two Wars And An Economy In The Turlet”? Brrrrrrrrp. The Conversation Hat™ overflows with tales of early sexual experiments. Noah touched some peen and now the guy is dead. Woopsy. David J did it with a house full of brothers across the street, like the gay version of “The Virgin Suicides” without the virgins and the suicides. Noah hammered a hot dog, a kind of deviant practice I’m not familiar with. Some hot/creepy talk of teachers showering with students, David J’s bf’s big balls and the lovely Miss Pat Coté. Did you have hot teachers? Hit the comments, kids. Wrestling is hard and smells like tananana. So do I. Hey, if the head of Facebook is listening, here’s One Random Thing About Myself: I want you to choke on your lousy memes. Soleil Moon Fry’s enormous tits tweet. In Axe The Gaywads, have you ever been in a sling? We’re halfway through, so if you need to go throw up so you can shovel the rest of this in, now’s the time. The dudes at IML are totally up for anything until they have to go back to their cubicles. Pat hangs out with the stars. Next question: what’s your favorite iPhone app? Seriously? Must have been a wrong number. Speaking of gross piles of junk oozing cheese and garnished with half a pound of onions, Sally Kirkland calls in about losing at the Ocscars. She knows all about that. Frrrrrrrrrp. You’ll want to do a courtesy flush after that horror, mister. Charades in the studio mean now is the time to check your voicemail. Which child star would you like to — oh, jeesuz, what are Soleil Moon Fry’s enormous tits tweeting now? What did you used to watch after dinner? If you ate me, it would be the big white telephone connected directly to god. Rainbow yawnsies. Is Chazzy up for adoption? Who could afford the food bills? If you’re disorganized, you need new Ped-O-Files®. I would totally go see “Charlotte Ray: The Opera.” So much browning. Girls! This shit sammie closes out with a delicious, full-fat shrillcast that will take leave your feet feeling numb. Are you full yet? Do you want seconds? One more tiny spoonful? If you made it this far, you’ll need a pick-me-up shock from the complimentary biphasic defibrillators just before you shart yourself stupid. Your waitress will lube up the paddles. Clear!
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