KKK Brothers to Lead the Charge

KKK brothers from downstairs at The Colonial, I call on you.  One is a boxer, and one is UFC.  They are THE BEST and always will be in their weight class.  Remote view the bathrooms tonight at 1029.  We don't want strippers portalling in there.  If they do, slip neck brake all on their own.  The outfit up here is Deja Vu (all nude, no alcohol served) and there is The Red Garter.  Sluts with big buts are all over me today.  Jeff is retardedly helping that action.  Let him poison his whole crew again.  We need to keep you BOTH out of WWE.  Torture chain, sexually, that is just different.  Let's not judge.  You whisper to my heart to choose in this moment of volley in the sun.  I be silent to keep your hearts up high in the sky.  The undoings of the night are your meanings of delight.  Regret not meeting me more casually.  War is infinity and love is a mystery.  I give you a moment of poetry to reveal the posibility of ALL of your dreams crashing openly on the sea and you remaining so almighty.  Remember the puppies you loved, and hate those who speak ill of their intelligence and loving discovery with both of you.  It is okay to explore your flame throwing rage that emminates from your chest.  Steel it into HATE and you are the CLADDAUGH of the KKK.