Ha! Funny
Like a clown that amuses you or like a clown that distracts bulls at the rodeo, never mind I got something to share with you it's BINDLEY FRYING BARGO for the two hours (clock is ticking, Chief, tick tock, knock knock) and it might get the toteslockdown (car.com where are you) but NO MATTER WHAT —/you\ have GOT TO read these texts and listen to thse fucking signals that CANNOT BE STOPPED BY ANYTHING.
I did it.*zoombike* I'M AMAZING (they come, they leave, they come back, they say they're amazed, I say, “really, what's that like?” Because My People call it, “mind your own fucking business” and probably —just fucking probably, I'm saying— should get to work on fucking time for today, your
actual job, I'm saying, because instead of chasing Jason around the cornfield today, get ready for the real dress rehearsal for Friday the 13th part 55, who the fuck was in the cornfield, so you can be ready for the grand opening scene on your fucking first day of fucking shooting your goddamn next fucking movie,
Maybe you should find the people that she went to who did not get a goddamn blood sample so that they had no idea what kind of fucking chemical she was on when she fucking came back from a goddamn business trip from More-Ons-Ville that has been, ultimately bad, very bad, for Absolutely No One, except everyone, and except... for HER & ME. (She will live, and I never will.
AGAIN. Hurry up and get the clap,
Moron.)
Obviously I deserve it, I have a penis and I'm not ashamed of it (all that nice, but it does -work- and I ---did- read the instructions (you, everyone, e we should, considering that the instructions are actually shorter than minet and are at least twice as illuminating) and it can only cure one thing, but that one thing is
STUPID so that's pretty valuable, ask
anyone who
isn't, but I don't believe she deserved The_Full_On_Donkey_Kong_Junior_Road_Rage_Rally
for even one fucking minute and some of you fuckers really dropped the fucking ball —toteschizo— so get your ass to
fucking work (any of you fucking idiots ever had a real job? Yeah, I bet it was your last one) stop fucking bothering me/us/mine, and lift that goddam "emergency" no contact order (do or do not there is no try, it's already too whore; late) before I fucking explain to even more people more stuff that I know you, know, like: get it? you got it? good!! cuz I know a lot of goddam syllables and fucking consonants. If I were to put them all together in a particular way with a soup bone God damn it you'll have yourself a fucking goulash wouldn't you? You wouldn't, you don't know shit about goulash, you fucking sausage head-head-headt motherfuckers... What you would have, you have a fucking stew that you would call a meal, you wouldn't even fucking have that. Now here's your cigar go outside break it off in HALF and stuff it up your
twatoatsass where I can't be as likely to see you doing it, as I would be to see an actual human being doing something fucking useful with their life for
a goddam change. I aim to maintain my spiritual purity, and, hey! here's an idea! why don't you help me do it, you know: DO IT. DO anything AT ALL ever in forever, in my entire fucking life, for fucking one goddam time without having to *shove* something up your ass first? Oh, right, you can't do that: all the plants would instantly die. Because:
standards. (I like your beard. Does/did he come with a douche? Seriously, after (Clas.) fucking years you might want to think about swapping one of them out. Swap out 2, if you're nasty. (both) Oh, let me guess, somebody told you that would be hard. (Who are you nice to? Oh, right, the courier, dopeslave. I bet you have great tea parties. Snake eyes rolling eyeballs and everything.
Solid Sullied.
Do not think that I will not do it: coz like, I already have, and will continue to have been one who has underestimated what I will do on many several dozens of times previous occurrences, and I am MORE THAN WILLING TO FUCKING MAKE UP for it
right goddam now. Oh, wait, hang on, just a sec I got to wash my hair, I've got a date to rape a lesbian later. (Just kidding; she's going to rape me. Let me guess you'll fucking solve that fuckin headcase case in bellundera fucking hot minute won't you? Yeah I bet you will, then it'll be break time you'll go to lunch and come back and Somebody Important Mother Phucker will be eating your milkshake under your desk while your wife fucks your secretary, and believe me I know because I already came back from the future where they told me about it after buying me a drink that I drank while remembering your fucking milkshake bitch. (MAYBE, I'm spent now. We'll see.) (
Dude. Get me some video on that.
Hawt.)
Wait for it. I'm thinking over considering what I want to do next that doesn't involve
hacking your fucking gesture codes again. (Fun for me, fun for your asset, bad for your bottom line, fucking believe that NOW I BET, don't you?
fuckintotesunglaublich, hi, Mom! you're welcome, Happy Birthday. Yes honey I think it's so sad too. I got you this
rarearth punctuation symbol, one (1) not usually seen in the wild: (!) Do you like it? Recognize it! I know, it's not usually seen !N THE W!LD. (They -are- shy.) Do you see it's the point of an exclamation, , it's an Exclamation Point! (SOURCE: “The Eminence Front.”) that's just the tag, you can remove that, it's not a violation of federal law or anything, unless some fat piggy bald fat Cancer Fucking BOY trashfuck as it is. Coz like, he should fucking know what
she would fucking know. Anyway, I hope you like it, enjoy your earthly early birthday present, now I know that you have time to figure out where you will know how you will know you know...
exactly where to
stick it.)
*Michael J. Anderson suddenly,
subtly, teleports into the room, waves his dorbslittle totesfingers around, eats a few shoots of leaves, strangely shouts, “¡eduD” and disappears*
Consider this: that was just one (1)
volunteer. There will be those who will expect more, but I... AM ALREADY T/HERE, T/EAR, & TARE EX PARTE.
The courtesy of your reply is not required here, trust me. I'm pretty sure I know what all y’all are going to do, as well as what I'm going to do about it, as well as I'm about to do next. (Must remember to joogle how to jest a jester into using a long slow soft wet juicy and ULTRA-MF (moist fart) as a gesture for the KLEEN BEA, as I need someone WITH A HARD TARGET PROFILE AND A SOFT CREAMY NOUGAT CENTER to practice on until the next goddam fucking super important super fuzz fucking shows up, I got a milkshake for Jim/5/Her to clean up.
And believe me: I can fucking do it FROM HERE.
FROM SPACE.
FROM DIANE.
FROM BLANKING ORBIT,
MOTHERFUCKING
TOTES MY SIDES. *(Clas.)*
