You may call me P.

Picture, prey, a purulant putz and his pusillanimous pursuivant, a puissant pair as pleasant as a purulent pudendum. Though promise and pledges were proffered, this polychracy (for they are no psephocracy) seems bent on ptochogony. Their politics, preposterous! This piffling party shows a predilection toward pseudomania and pseudosophy. Protest proudly […]

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