| | My attention has just been drawn to all the depraved filth that has been posted on this thread.
I hereby declare that Phirehammer & Stalinyarov were right all along. SOLO is nothing but a cesspool of philthy hedonism. I can't even look at that unspeakable "pussy-snorkel" without being overpowered by nightmarish phlashbacks to the taste of pizza with anchovies.
What has become of my beloved SOLO? Where is Julian Dixon when I most need him? Woe, phorsaken am I!
All the above posters, repositories of rottenness that you are, are hereby excommunicated, & sentenced to compulsory enrolment with a certain Christian Temperance Union that lately sprang up within SOLO. It's phor your own good. A damned good makeover. No alcohol, of course. And above all—No Sex Please, We're Californian Neurotics-in-Therapy!
(Edited by Lindsay Perigo on 8/26, 1:18am)
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