HIS DEBUT. BUSH HIMBLOW ‘WEIGHS IN’

Hi. Bush Himblow here.
Look.
I’ve. I’m not feeling. Not feeling so good. Sorry. But I’ll try. This is my debut here. Have responsibility. Try to do the best I can.
Sometimes I get tired, winded emotionally from all I say and do.
So to blow off steam. I ate a sandwich. It’s called a Destroyer. And fuck, it’s big. I mean it’s like a fucking Italian loaf of bread. And there’s cold cuts and cheese on it, like an inch, inch and a half thick.
Well, sure, you’re fucking A straight I ate the whole fucking thing.
But now. Um. It’s sitting kind of funny. I feel kind of like something is just stuck in there.
So I crushed up some oxy and stirred it into a bottle of Fanta orange. And I don’t care what you say, you can keep your Orange Crushes and the like, give me a Fanta orange.
And dang, that caused some constipation. Some? Hell. A lot. I’m really bound up.
But, then again, the oxy is kickin’ in big time. So the, uh, sense that something is stuck in my intestines, like sideways even, and that it wants to get out but can’t, well, I’m floatin’, so …
… So hey.
I’m even thinking now on indulging yet another of my appetites. Not like there are that many really.
Putting food in myself till it hurts, and then keep on eating. That’s one.
Feeling my intestines all bound up and full, feeling uncomfortably full, which is what I like actually, and this drives some of my most powerful riffs. That’s two.
And three. Floatin’ on Oxy. What with the world and all its liberals, foreigners, colored peoples, and all my fears/angers. I’m just so angry. Oxy cools me. Yeah, it cools me.
And then, there’s number four. Giving my precious seed to a female. Even though they’re all sluts.
Since most of them, not just that little slut over at George(commie)town University, dabble, at some time or other, in the birth control.
Even the females who I have made my bride. A necessary evil. For if I could not deposit my seed in them, where then?
In Roger, or my other fat volleyball buddies?
This would be a bad thing. We had ways of dealing with this and other things in my native Hooser state.
I would deposit my seed in Roger, all floatin’ on Oxy. Heaving, thrusting girthfulnesss. Then spent.
And I’d like to have to kill myself or something. Oxy can only cover up so much vileness.
Speaking of vileness, and again, getting back to those who I made into my brides; all of them, in their vileness, would try the birth control.
A great sin, inexplicable sin, for procreating with me, the great Bushbo, what could be a greater female servicing of man-kind.
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Didn’t get the movie, not incidentally. Or how Frank Sinatra, of all guys, could marry a chick that looked like a dude. I mean, no wonder that Woody Allen married his daughter.
But beside the honor of procreating with me, there is the immense girthful pleasure of me resting my entire massiveness on their slight little bodies. And heaving and heaving. And groaning. And then spending copiously. In them. In their Himblow seed receptacle. And then relaxing completely, completely, letting all of me go inert on them. Even though they complain about inability to breathe. It makes me aroused again.
My right as a full American. I have citizenship. Women are provisional, as intended by the founders and at Creation.
Me. Bush. American. Citizen. Demi-god.
Eat. Distend. Oxy. Spend. Like that Chinese movie about food and stuff.
Eat Distend Oxy Spend Man Bush.
I’m feeling better. I will try and deliver nuggets of my OxyManBush wisdom.
Hunh. I guess I have. I’ve rightly said what the females mostly are. Sluts who take birth control.
Who are afraid of me, Bush Himblow, in all my manly synthetic opiate girth-hood.
And some men would not have full confidence in their girth-hood.
But I am fully comfortable in mine.
But, friends, let me disarmingly reveal my human side. I too, once, was not confident in the blessing my rolling adiposity is to all femalekind.
How did I deal with this?
I was mentored by Barry White. Yes. I listened to his songs, watched the confident way he carried himself, all of himself, on the TV.
And I put myself in a high quantity oxycodone trance and I’d absorb girthly confidence from this master.
“Let Bush lay on you baby. Bush Himblow gonna lay on you baby. Let me splob out all over you. Bush gonna spread out all over you, encompassing you in your female entirety in his rolling plenitude of fatty acid made corporeal.
“Bush gonna be your man tent.
“Then he gonna seed in you baby. Bush Himblow is gifting himself into your Himblow receptacle. And now he gonna eat a Destroyer and go flaccid, softly, blubberly, snoring off into Bushbo nirvana.”
Yes, Barry White inspired me and changed me, and I’d just like to say thanks to …
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