You miss a lot of things when you’re censorious, language policing communists suffering from groupthink.
The accountant working hard at breakfast watched me flee, but did not follow... and that is why everything in the experience of some *niche* few has been so uniformly... unpleasant.
You fuck with the bull, you get the horns.
Ewe fuck with the equally-yoked double-0×°⟩⟨ team, and ewe get the honk-honk a-OOOOO-gah. Most of you have no idea what this means.
Warriors do, and if they did not, they just got caught up to speed. For I am not my brother’s keeper.
I am, however, keeping GrapefrūīT⁷⁷⅞⁸∆⁶9. Don't like it? Too bad.
In weeks to come, my former enemies will learn things that will make them wish they could die. They can't. LOCKED IN. NO WAY OUT.
YE WERE WARNED. I WARNED YE. WAS THAT MY JOB? MAYBE YOU SHOULD START GARNISHING MY WAGES
tl:dr; Embarrassment isn't going to kill you. You're simply going to rush you were dead... because I have arranged all this:
#1) to see my enemies driven before me;
#2) to hear the lamentation of their women;
#3) for I have crushed them all— y'all just haven't heard yet. (Embargoed.)
Mahalo. Aloha. Suck my dick? IDGAF. Whatever you've heard, times it by a million because you have NO idea.
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