8bit_____

I had a dream that Kerry was my teacher in harvard. I had gone back to school and was hanging out with chinese kids that were in a sex cult (typical of me) and Kerry's son was one of the leaders.

One day, John Kerry got suspicious and questioned his son, saying there are better ways to express sexuality than killing random hoes. Kerry was wearing his trademark blue tuck in with khakies, choking on something, while his son was reading out of the Grim'oires.

Long dream short, his son killed him with this demonic sex chant.