For @#%^'s sake stop saying what I'm saying!!
Well, you did loan me a hair elastic for my long flowing foppish locks, and I discovered a strand of Nexa hair in it and preformed a complicated voodoo rite involving a goat, a chanisaw and a Zambonie. So now, I go out on the indoor ice rink of stately 'Roo manor and run the Zambonie over and I can see a picture of what you're thinking.
I thought it would be a feindishly clever way to gain insight into the inner workings of your brain. Apparently though, it was just a labor intensive way of seeing pictures of small blonde child.
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Disclaimer:
To make a long story short, I don't take any responsibility for anything I post here. It's not news, it's not truth, it's not serious. It's parody. It's satire. It's bitter. It's angsty. Your mother's a *****. You like to jack off dogs. That's right, you heard me. You like to grab that dog by the bone and rub it like a ski pole. Your dad? Gay. Your priest? Straight. **** off and let me post. It's not true, it's all in good fun. Now go away.