That's Ludwig Von Franzhenstein, the not-quite-dead concert pianist (1706-present). His shows cannot be heard because of the screaming audiences, though whether this comes from hormone-soaked teenage girls or those fleeing in terror is a matter of some conjecture. His most recent recording, "When I Finally Die," has been on the underground charts for some time, as was his last hit, "The Gertenfollenbrachenspitzer Waltz," last performed at the turn of one of the last three centuries. He presently resides in New York City, of course.
Oh my GHOD! THAT'S JESUS!!!! WHAT IS RONG WIT YU PEEPLE! iTS A SINE FRUM GHOD! JUST LIKE THE PICTUR IN THE TORTILIA IN MEXCO! OBVIUS!!!! i NO WHUT Im TAKING ABUT!!!
It seems so simply carcasiously imtermned that it is obvisiuosly a rather spunctuous caricature of none other than myself, William F. Buckley,after I have,indeed,been transmogrified into the angel you somewhat unobtrusively and unnonpresubconcharacteristically view before you. If there is any perunctous tremozithicizations of indiscrepitude or submunfication among any of the hulmultitudes that are examining this fulcrumious crumpenifect, I ask you to visit www.billbuckley isntreallydeaduntilyoudriveastakethroughhis microscopicheart.com. Then you may get the ruminitive subcachiterous rinctualizations you so mumbaciously require
It could well be Ludwig Von Franzhestein, Jesus or a rather spunctuous caricature of the late William F. Buckley, but I'm not convinced. I am, however, doubled over in pain from LOLing (no, not Lusting On Line.) Thanks for commenting on my fulcrumious crumpenifect.
I keep looking at this one and drawing a blank.
That's Ludwig Von Franzhenstein, the not-quite-dead concert pianist (1706-present). His shows cannot be heard because of the screaming audiences, though whether this comes from hormone-soaked teenage girls or those fleeing in terror is a matter of some conjecture. His most recent recording, "When I Finally Die," has been on the underground charts for some time, as was his last hit, "The Gertenfollenbrachenspitzer Waltz," last performed at the turn of one of the last three centuries. He presently resides in New York City, of course.
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HE'S COMING!
HE'S COOOOMMMMMIINNG!
It seems so simply carcasiously imtermned that it is obvisiuosly a rather spunctuous caricature of none other than myself, William F. Buckley,after I have,indeed,been transmogrified into the angel you somewhat unobtrusively and unnonpresubconcharacteristically view before you. If there is any perunctous tremozithicizations of indiscrepitude or submunfication among any of the hulmultitudes that are examining this fulcrumious crumpenifect, I ask you to visit www.billbuckley isntreallydeaduntilyoudriveastakethroughhis
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It could well be Ludwig Von Franzhestein, Jesus or a rather spunctuous caricature of the late William F. Buckley, but I'm not convinced. I am, however, doubled over in pain from LOLing (no, not Lusting On Line.) Thanks for commenting on my fulcrumious crumpenifect.
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