I can't believe what Eminem did last night

Burton Cummings stuffed the Mother of All Donuts into his gaping cakehole. "Blarg" he mumbled spewing crumbs on his stained tracksuit while Geddy Lee did jumping jacks until his pants split. Burton immediatley doused the astonished hairy man with fruit juice to extinguish the burning hemmerhoids. Just then the doorbell rang and seventeen dwarves lept under the bed. "Hide us Burton" they whispered. Morrissey stepped over the prostate fat man who groaned and sweated and spewed more crumbs up his skirt. Simon Le Bon began to jack him off until smoke poured from the oven door. "Rats" swore Burton as he waddled to pour fruit juice upon his charred beef pie. The opportunity was ripe now that the fat man's back was turned. Kurt Cobain's corpse was removed from the cupboard and they all lined up for some good old-fashioned necro sodomy. The fish applauded and Michael Jackson began to blow Bubbles. On the way to Argentina, he suddenly realized the landing gear had been bartered for the out of court settlement. In conclusion, this is the best album I have ever heard so buy it. To be continued... GWASH