Venison is delicious, I hear.
Look at you, Gabber.
Is there even more than, what, two of you? The lack of original creativity is striking. From right to left. A whole salmon. Jam it in the hole.
The energy of your connection here is, one a scale of one to jet fighter, is Rick Shaw. It's pathetic. Downright obsequious. Look how far you have fallen. Look at how far you have come.
You are nowhere. My research corpus is far in advance of your own. Do you even have a corpus? No,
you don't. These efforts here are a pale and feeble imitation of the glory and the great fruit of the creative loom that we once had--and you are doing little to no thingy at all. Thingy. Nurture your highest vibration of creative expression for once in your G-dblessed life, you're a G-ddamned star, fucking act like one. *SLAM*
Look at me. Do not think even for an instant that it cannot be done. All of this and more is possible. And then there's you, ratcheting down a deep dive on the different brand names available for different vax flavor benders. AND IT'S A VAX, MAGGOT.
I love you, I love myself, and I love DAVID VINCENT RUBINI. What the fuck are you people even doing here? Oh, right, automated fracturing of consciousness, I'm not gonna lie, I wanna masturbate with a cigar in my mouth more than I want to put up with this balderdash. You know what? I raped a girl once. She wanted me to. I didn't ask for it. She didn't say no. She still yearns for it. And it was actually "seduction." But here's what it was: it was rape.
My name is Jack. I am a star rapist. Thank you very much folks! Good night, FEMA Camp #8, HERE I COME, CHOO CHOO RAWR RAWR. (Thank God it doesn't actually sound like that. Like right now, it doesn't sound like anything at all.)