Fucking some verbal shit up
I'm kinda fucking pissed, I'm gonna be random like a fuck fly fucking a fucker fucking a fuck shop with none left in stock, and have a garage sale with as little fucks as possible, because in this day and age, where fucks are less prevalent that fucking shit balled turd bur-gal bur-galling a burger shop, there ain't nothing like the fucking fucks who fucked a fucker in the fucking fucked, but that fucking fucked is fucking shit up for the other fuckers who previously fucked them up in the fucked past. Maybe i don't fucking care if you can't understand just what the fuck I'm talking about, and maybe I don't care, maybe I'm just angry cause a fucking sandwich didn't fucking last as fucking long as I wanted it to, and there's nothing wrong with a vague as fuck post, decrying the evils of FUCKING FRENCH FRIES!
THEIR POTATOES, ON FUCKING DIETS! CAN YOU SEE THE ANAL RETENTIVENESS OF THIS POST!? Are you not aware that sometimes, smart people just need to make as little fucking sense as possible to beat around that fucking bush of a topic before they finally fucking calm down, not because of some mystical break in their fucking conscious, because sometimes, people, wishing on a fucking giant ball of burning grass, because a MOTHERFUCKING CRICKET IN A FUCKING TUX TOLD YOU THAT DREAMS DO COME TRUE, is just a fucking excuse to bite that mother fuckers head off like a boss and tell Disney that no matter what, the shit they're pulling is fucking bullshit and that YODA SHOULD RIGHTLY HAVE JOINED THE DARK SIDE, BECAUSE THE FUCKING DARK SIDE HAS FUCKING COOKIES, and we've already got a tea sipping Kermit that fucking frog on the said of light.
Things are looking the fuck up, and my level of fucks to give has just run out, yet again, and again, and again, and no one in their right mind shall tell me otherwise, because the caffiene flows through my viens like air in a dead mans asshole, and yeah, that shit was fucking funny as fuck, but the fuckers fucking in the fucking place over there in this vague AS FUCK post have lost eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, because NO FUCKING PERSON IN THE RIGHT FRAME OF MIND WILL READ THIS IN A DEFEATED AND DEPRESS MORGAN FUCKING FREEMAN VOICE!
And now you're doing it, because Morgan fucking Freeman is fucking god.
But that's the fucking thing, there is no context for this post, no goal, it's just a post in and of itself, there's little in the way of a narrative instinctively going where it DAMN WELL PLEASES! I don't fucking care it's a cat in the hat book, IF I'M WANTING TO USE THE SHIT OUT OF IT LIKE FUCKING SLED DOWN THE SLOPE OF A COFFEE FUELED LITERARY WORDRAGER, THAN SO FUCKING BE IT!
This is the extent of my power, the rage has NEVER ENDED, IT NEVER WILL! AND YOU SHALL BE LEFT IN THE DUST, WONDERING WHAT STUPID THOUGHT TRIGGERED THIS FUCKING POST!?
And I, standing in the sunset, basking in the after goat of a nuclear fallout, shall whisper into your glow in the fucking dark ears "BECAUSE, I TRIP BALLS ON SUPER COFFEE." Presumably with the caps lock on... Though I guess shouting in the equivalent of caps lock, so... yay on that? TIME OT EDIT AND POST THIS POINTLESS BULLSHIT!
Upon editing this, I've come to the realization that I need to write more of these posts. Also, point of this?
Because I'm not pickle Rick motherfucker.
THEIR POTATOES, ON FUCKING DIETS! CAN YOU SEE THE ANAL RETENTIVENESS OF THIS POST!? Are you not aware that sometimes, smart people just need to make as little fucking sense as possible to beat around that fucking bush of a topic before they finally fucking calm down, not because of some mystical break in their fucking conscious, because sometimes, people, wishing on a fucking giant ball of burning grass, because a MOTHERFUCKING CRICKET IN A FUCKING TUX TOLD YOU THAT DREAMS DO COME TRUE, is just a fucking excuse to bite that mother fuckers head off like a boss and tell Disney that no matter what, the shit they're pulling is fucking bullshit and that YODA SHOULD RIGHTLY HAVE JOINED THE DARK SIDE, BECAUSE THE FUCKING DARK SIDE HAS FUCKING COOKIES, and we've already got a tea sipping Kermit that fucking frog on the said of light.
Things are looking the fuck up, and my level of fucks to give has just run out, yet again, and again, and again, and no one in their right mind shall tell me otherwise, because the caffiene flows through my viens like air in a dead mans asshole, and yeah, that shit was fucking funny as fuck, but the fuckers fucking in the fucking place over there in this vague AS FUCK post have lost eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, because NO FUCKING PERSON IN THE RIGHT FRAME OF MIND WILL READ THIS IN A DEFEATED AND DEPRESS MORGAN FUCKING FREEMAN VOICE!
And now you're doing it, because Morgan fucking Freeman is fucking god.
But that's the fucking thing, there is no context for this post, no goal, it's just a post in and of itself, there's little in the way of a narrative instinctively going where it DAMN WELL PLEASES! I don't fucking care it's a cat in the hat book, IF I'M WANTING TO USE THE SHIT OUT OF IT LIKE FUCKING SLED DOWN THE SLOPE OF A COFFEE FUELED LITERARY WORDRAGER, THAN SO FUCKING BE IT!
This is the extent of my power, the rage has NEVER ENDED, IT NEVER WILL! AND YOU SHALL BE LEFT IN THE DUST, WONDERING WHAT STUPID THOUGHT TRIGGERED THIS FUCKING POST!?
And I, standing in the sunset, basking in the after goat of a nuclear fallout, shall whisper into your glow in the fucking dark ears "BECAUSE, I TRIP BALLS ON SUPER COFFEE." Presumably with the caps lock on... Though I guess shouting in the equivalent of caps lock, so... yay on that? TIME OT EDIT AND POST THIS POINTLESS BULLSHIT!
Upon editing this, I've come to the realization that I need to write more of these posts. Also, point of this?
Because I'm not pickle Rick motherfucker.
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