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Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
Translation: I often think of Weed's cock. MMMMMM. Weedcock. So delicious.
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Pathetic. It's sad, really. They say that in his day, Thurgreed was one of the best. His caustic wit and razor-sharp repartee kept the boards alive through many a dull k race or Paigow/Slave scratch-your-eyes-out-bitch marathon. And now, look at what's become of him. Hanging out at the Port Authority bus terminal, spewing out I'm-rubber-you're-glue retorts while he waits for his mama to throw him her castoffs.
I blame a life lived too long in the white-hot light of the wonder and the glory that are dtb and gwinky. No mere mortal could hold up in that rarified environment for too long.
Or perhaps it was his miserably failed attempt to carry off TMBD III. Once the people realized he couldn't deliver without the goodwill of the Betties, they smelled blood. When NFH declared the breasticle boycott, he was toast.
Oh well. Never let it be said that we don't take care of our own. I hereby pledge to fund Lawtalkers for a week for every photo of Thurgreed being fed a meal by a topless FBetty between now and Thanksgiving. Dig deep, people. Let's not let this tragicomic legend be lost forever.
Ladies, get out those crockpots and bare two for the Man Who Once Called Paigow Whackadoo.
