"P" is for post.

Pondering a plethora or maybe a preponderance of perplexing problems and paradigms, I had an epiphany whilst perusing the panorama that perhaps had been purposely placed within my purview.
I had purchase of my prodigious penis and was peeing profusely in a perpendicular direction toward a porcelain pot when previously stated epiphany presented itself.

People often present themselves as perfectly polite and productive personalities when in fact they are particularly pugnacious, pusillanimous polecats or possibly poltroons or even polliwogs who should be working for the police or in some other political position that produces propaganda and proliferates a program of pogroms upon the public.

The poisonous plans and perfidy portrayed upon the populace and this person in particular by precocious pud-knockers places me in a peculiar position.
Perhaps the previous persnickety and plebeian production of plurality pronounced here, is being presented and proscribed as well as protested beyond any pessimistic proportions.
I perceive the probability in posting that position.

Pah! Prima donna pussies who peek and prance and persuade the populace with prattle that prestidigitation is possible from their perspective; postulate the improbable and pray for perfection in a performer's production post haste.
I don't want to pontificate and percolate about the perennial persecutions that have plagued me. My personality needs a bit of polishing to prevent the pasty patina of purification from making me a pathetic permutation of products, usually delivered through peristalsis.

Phew!

You really didn't expect more, did you?