Sister Decadence rant: Behind Every Good Man is a Woman With a Huge Strap-On

Hooo baby! Move over all you fabulous Subgenii and make room for the new gal in town. And honey, there's plenty of me to make room for!
I found Bob at the not-so-tender age of 16 in San Francisco while reading the punk rock show posters on a telephone pole. As I circled round to the street side, there He was, in all His Grinning Glory. No message was attached, no written clue as to this mysterious man with the pipe. A cabbie drove by just then, honking and yelling madly as I flipped him off, and I was forced to put this compelling, cryptic image out of my mind as I narrowly escaped death. This should have been my first warning, but I was blissfully unaware of the Blessing of the Luck Plane.
I saw Him everywhere after that, that maniacal smile, beckoning me, burning in my brain. When I moved to Dallas four years later, I saw Him again, this time with some type, inviting me to a Devival in the now defunct Twilight Room. AHA! I didn't know what the hell a "Devival" was but I damn sure knew I would now see what this crazed visage was all about. I went, and settled in the back, at first wary of the prevailing lunacy. As the night continued, I began to See and Smell all. Through the power of the words of the heated Rev. Stang (WOOF!), the impish Buck Naked, and a stream of other preachers that night, I felt my Third Nostril FLARE and WIDEN. I bought buttons and literature (The Original Holy Pamphlet,) and crawled home in a haze, dazzled by all I had unlearned.
I have known Bob for many years since...OH have I known Him...but only recently have I been truly touched and BEHOLD! It was by a WOMAN! Yes, I have been blessed by the power of Connie's Cunt! I have bathed in the gushing wetness that is SHE...the Number One Wife and Holy Sex Kitten!! The flood of her rich, heady juices has induced a mighty surge of lust, agony and sheer epicureanism that is to be my path in Connie. Her steamy sex poured a flood over me and I heard her screaming, through our orgasmic bliss, "Go, Sister Decadence, and pump all the pinks, Bobbies and heathen Subgenii alike FULL of the absolute satiation that is I."
And so, I vow to leave NO orifice unfilled, unpoked or unprodded in my quest for complete satisfaction and utter fulfillment in Connie's name! The Multiple Orgasm has been given to me by Her and I will NEVER REST!!
Ah HUH!! Praise Bob and better yet...Praise the All-Engulfing Love Hole of Connie! Join me, Brothers and Sisters and trust me, I WILL join you!

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Original file name: Sister Decadence rant - converted on Friday, 16 May 2003, 16:50