… you’re on the air.

>>508160935 (OP)
N

I do endorse the sentiment of incineration but keeping the rotten edifice for a little while longer might be better at preventing a predictable outcome. Thanks for having me.

>>508160935 (OP)
can you feel it?

The rot of the thing is to their detriment which is to our benefit. Don't take my word for it and monitor the situation as time passes. With a view to witnessing the conflagration at a time of good fortune.Sadly lives are short but for the future, certainly.

>>508160935 (OP)
BABABOOEY BABABOOEY HOWARD STERN'S PENIS

art, the niggers art. so sick of em. ju... oh sorry ill turn it down... art? alright anyways. there is way too many niggers and i think the census is lying like 80% of ppl are niggers now no matter where you go. i'll take my answer off the air.

>>508160935 (OP)
I miss him

>>508160935 (OP)
Before art bell, land nigger free

>>508160935 (OP)
NIG------------

>>508160935 (OP)
Uh.. hi Art.. How are you?

>>508160935 (OP)
Hey art, I just took a shit in my hand art. Should I eat it, or throw it at the wall? I've got a lot of shit on my wall, art. Im going to do it art, I'm going to eat it.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=g_UdpSNccfI

white women are cock sleeves for niggers and pakis

>>508163143
haha ok chang. why havent you touched one?

hey art, hows the wife?

>>508160935 (OP)
Art Bell? More like Fart Smell, amirite?? hahaha what's good, nigger?

>>508160935 (OP)
Hey, Art love the show...am I on?

Hey Art. First time caller, never a listener. This happened at an American consulate in Almaty. I was already pretty nervous when they called in my name. I went in the booth and I shit you not - there was a legit lizard person sitting behind the glass. I instinctively backed up against the wall and frantically started looking for the door handle to bolt out the room. In my panic I forgot where the door was. To my horror I realized the door was actually closed and I heard a clicking sound. Next thing I remember I heard a pleasant female voice say "uh - uh, sir, please take a seat". In a half-dazed state I plopped into a chair and I can't remember what we talked about for the first minute or so. The sun rays coming thru the back windows made her scales shimmer in vibrant colors. Her eye slits looked right thru me. She asked me what the purpose of my visit to the US was. I stuttered out something along the lines "Uh-I - I w-w-v- would lllike to visit San Francisco". I remember her saying "alright, sir, your visa is approved. Please pick up your passport at such and such address". I kept sitting there like a stunned fucking statue. Woke up when she finally said "sir, I have to see other applicants. Please leave the room". I ran out the room. Then the building. Then I sat there under the baking sun for an hour straight. Shivering from from extreme chills.