The Orange Prolapse spoke with great admiration of New York Giants Quarterback Jackson Cunt...
at a recent campaign rally for Congressman Mike Lawler (R-NY).
Speaking of the NY Giants, I'm a big fan of former Met Life Stadium Security Director Brad Mayne.
(chapter IX). Nice guy.
Mike Lawler
sonofsaf
The Donald’s gayer
Than Log Cabin
Of this there’s no doubt
Shithead wears Depends
A twat and his pissants
Urinary Depends
Prostate cancer:
Malignant the trend
A, villian
Neither heart nor soul
MAGA is devout
Clown without a soul
Piece of shit mishandled
McDonald’s chow
Trumpin’ dumpin’ moocher
With a Quarter Pound
Nightcrawler
The Pack A.D.
A subtle slayer
Ruined kids again
They put their lights out
It's all dark again
And what about parents?
They lost their kids again
And their answer:
Holding hands again
Whoa, children
Falling down a hole
They put their lives out
Now they're in a hole
And what if we're cancelled?
Not so good now
And what about future
Without kids around?
The Pack A.D. has never packed the Burgh. Never heard of 'em.
I enjoyed the description of this daunting duo. (transcribed from their website).
Destruction and melody, acid wit and bruising vocals-this is the Pack A.D. Singer/guitarist Becky Black and drummer Maya Miller have made a sound so gigantic, so fierce and raw and empowering, that it's easy to forget there are just two people behind this brilliant, carefully constructed havoc. Shredding and pounding their way through every song, the Pack A.D. swallows you whole inside their fearless Franken-blend of heavy psychpop/garage-rock. Their lyrics are wild nests, human and complex: darkly funny disclosures about depression; indictments of digital excess; grief-stricken fire bombs; sly crusades against stupidity.
Couldn't have said it better.
