absolve

I absolve you for only a few things:
not enough candy corn
too much cornfed adultery
not enough adult-themed whispers
too much cheese dangling from xmas trees
not enough beer sweat
too much nipple and nostril and Nostradamus noodle portraits

absolutism

you got your Horace right here, eating lard and absolutism, shitting out lowblows at god-a-dam rope-a-dope trafficker lisping another had hairdo held high with outlawed pagan penis creamytoriums