Is it Parkinson’s Disease Dementia?
Is it #PDDDUMBFUCKGotNoImpulseControl?
Is it something as simple as “Oopsie poopsie, I forgot I did that?”
Is it deep down, fundamental bedrock stupidity?
Whatever it is we choose to call it, it certainly is LULZY.
When I see a DUMBFUCK trying to tar a fictional zombie overlord – who, yes, Morgana, doesn’t give a fuck what people think of him – as a necrophiliac…
It becomes my obligation to point out that just 32 short days ago, that selfsame DUMBFUCK admitted to the world at large STILL ANOTHER PERVERSE SEXUAL PROCLIVITY OF ITS OWN:
It loves the late Gail Schmalfeldt with every fiber of its being!
There really aren’t a lot of ways to interpret an admission like that…are there?
EVERY. FIBER. OF. ITS. BEING. EVERY ONE. Even (or perhaps especially) the useless noodley one?
I knew it was a disgusting admission when I read it, but at the time I thought it deserved the benefit of this doubt.
I guess I was wrong. Projector gotta project.
And as far as that last bit about dragging Paul Krendler through the filth and the mud and blah blah blah?
“‘Bred en bawn in a brier-patch, Brer Fox–bred en bawn in a brier-patch!’ en wid dat he skip out jes ez lively as a cricket in de embers.”