Just for the yucks I come here and say words like oddie rhino plasty nermol neurotic fucks and spaghetti shit stain and tide flavor sucks. But that's why everyone comes here isnt? LIke two people a year come here to get traumatized and lobotomized listening to me lament about a life that isn't warped enough to get a check and not bad enough to go all Cobain. Maybe I just bitch a lot, but if i do it you don't have to....and the shit I say is like a lesson in perspective...one that most people would never let you learn. See I bring this shit real between the lines, like a married woman between the sheets I'm like a guilty pleasure, that cucumber that keeps her cumming....a diesel that's just blastin the ozone with oil like a shit stain on the world...its so big and so bad the aliens wont come to sodomize you so you can stick a dollar in my stocking for that like your name was Satan...er Santa.
But....then who would fight the aliens....especially if you let Dracula die before you hit the secret rainbow and fluff flavored horse seamon level? What the fuck why would you want the plot to thicken? Thats like saying you want a pussy discharge and pink eye and robocop three was your favorite movie. And like in those movies you hear someone say, .... dont fuck me on this. Yes period no exclamation point involved cause its all brooding and serious. Also you get annoyed they assumed you would indeed fuck them on it, but in actuality its because they are so against doing it they say it. Its that true affirmation of what they think of your virtue that so annoys you since they know that you know you will ignore the fucking factor when you get comfortable again. I suppose that's why you should try to keep your affairs at hand or read Machiavelli more. Or maybe just kill yourself, with a spoon...after you stick it up a dead prize bull's ass and call it rocky road while trying to sell it at your everything's a dollar lemonaids stand.
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