
SO WHO REMEMBERED MY RANT ABOUT THE SAWTOOTH GRIN? YOU? YOU REMEMBER MY RANTS? HAHAHA, YOU LIFE DEPRIVED FAGGOT! WHO THE HELL GOES OUT OF THEIR WAY TO WASTE THEIR PRECIOUS TIME READING MY REVIEWS? DON'T YOU HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO ON YOUR HANDS, SUCH AS STROKING THAT MINIMALLY-SIZED PETER OF YOURS?
NO? WELL THEN, INTRODUCING CLOACAL KISS, AN EQUAL FIT OF INSANITY! THIS SOUNDS WORSE THAN THE LAST TIME A HAILSTORM POURED OVER A MOUNTAIN OF METALLIC KITCHENWARE. TO NO SURPRISE OF MINE, THE DRUMMER IS ACTUALLY A FUCKING COMPUTER ROBOT. NO DOUBT THEY PROGRAMMED THAT SHIT ON FRUITY LOOPS OR SOMETHING BECAUSE I'VE YET TO EVER SEE AN OCTUPUS ON YOUTUBE THAT'S CAPABLE OF CRASHING POTS AND PANS TO THAT EXTENT. WHAT? YOU SAY CRYPTOPSY? SHUT THE FUCK UP FAGGOT, GO EAT A BOWL OF INSECTS WITH LORD WORM ON STAGE TO ATTENTION WHORE FOR FANS... AND NEVER PHYSICALLY EXPERIENCE THE SENSATION OF SEX, EVER!
BUT THAT'S OKAY, I GUESS THE WORMS THAT YOU STICK UP YOUR PENIS TUBE IS GOOD ENOUGH TO OVERCOMPENSATE FOR OTHERWISE NEVER BEING TOUCHED BY ANY SPECIES OTHER THAN YOURSELF FOR EVEN A SINGLE DAY IN YOUR WORTHLESS LIFE!