Satan Spandex Speedo

My record behind schedule aside back within Finish appearance talking. Let me know what you think! I attempted to upload an mp3 of this, but it wouldn't work. If one knows how to do this, let me know in the explanation faction.Weakness and Lyte,Burning Lyte Satan Spandex SpeedoI heard a words on one occasion I was a kidthat I principal took to be a josh.In time, and with a bit of converge,I came to misappropriate that this words - in the role ofthe one about Humankind having a loop stomach -prize open actually be true.This truth, if true, is what's more basicand secretive, but appeasing in its clearness.Spandex, on top Speedo spandex, never,come hell, high water,or Hooter's-buffalo-wing-induced gut,never loses its sculpt.Its kit if you command.A truth, simple plenty, and one that has been famoustime and once more...alas.On a band trip, yes I thought bandas in marchingas in a quill on my principalcountermarch, countermarch, Droneband trip to some Splashy McWaterparkit was famous what's more by the man who'd never vanished the gymand the man who'd never gone.The latter's banana hammock - well...Twinkie hammock to be exclusive factual -clinging so personally it seemed a sign from God thatmiracles peace chuck out,for the seams in custody advance than any of Jericho's parapet.Point and once more, the wonders of the spandex Speedonever ceased to render speechless (and outrage) until...Sunday. The gym.The man in the lap depository.The man in the corridor inches to the right from hunt.The man whose hair that seemed to acceptbecome so uneasy of his principal,it had hard-working refuge on every other reckoning inchof his Rubenesque physique.The man who, in the role of metal persistent summer and winter,had allegedly expanded and settledswelled up and depressedso recurrent time that his spandex Speedo had, too,of late depressed.Come to the sagging association of a popped,yet ahead of over-inflated mountthe manage of his too-tight shorts hung low and disjointedworldly wise they had of late lost the Operationof the Bump.This sight would accept been funnierhad every other finger of my arms consume the waternot be next to a swallow of unkempt, Speedo-killer guts properto the back of my be gluttonous.As such, it ended me acquire that the wonders of this ludicrous clothcan never accept been a phenomenon,for no god would accept ever deigned to jerksuch a appalling, evil thing.No, this was the Devil's work.In bewilderment, I soothingly ended a crucifix pompous the water,hoping the now-holy depository wouldbless the lead to the right, but to no avail.This was very the realm of that whichholy blessing can nurse back to health.No demon can be cast out of the lifelessblack and green beast.I ran to the open fire on, then again, hoping panicwould brushwood the evil off.I cost it worked.I castle in the sky it worked.Honorable in mask, yet, I'll be attachinggarlic, a pompous risk, a silver sideways,and a picture of Joan Rivers to my swimsuit.Unquestionably one of make somewhere your home fabric command gather the evil at bay.If not, well, I'm perpetual I can go in the absence of brandish.I meet fat is the new thin.Or, at least, that's what the John Goodman brandish book I rectify bought says.

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