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It was the best of times, it
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was a dark and stormy night too.
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It was the day of rainy menstruation.
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"CLANG!" God dropped the boiling water on
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NIGGERS TOUNGUE MY RUSTY CRUSTY ANUS AHHHH
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Need to start immediately banning these threads
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before disgusting, wretched, smelly, foul, crepuscular Indians
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The faggot thought to himself very loudly.
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"BUT /LIT/ IS FOR DISCUSSING BOOKKS NOT
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for every thread contribution, 1,000 Indians die
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happily, in old age, of natural causes
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like smellulitis or poomonia. So think twice
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after being castrated and imprisoned whole lives
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The main character, Scuddles, discussed literature.
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indians! i can't stop thinking about indians
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"Are the Indians in the room with
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tapeworms hanging out their butt holes like
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party poppers over a cold wedding turnstile
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?"
"Yes."
"Well what are you going to
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do now that you have me naked?"
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Scuddles had never seen a naked body
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the eviscerated jiggaboo ooked its last ook
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Strangely, not even his own, you see,
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yet the smell was distinctly soggy Cheetos
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"It ain't easy being this cheesy" - Chester
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Scuddles poured more milk over his Cheetos
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"Yummy fucking 'tos mate, proper Brexit food"
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"You say 'tos? That's bloody nasty, innit?"
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"Bruv, frankly, this life isn't worth living."
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Scuddles pondered the weight of this existence.
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"Oi mate, let's watch some fuckin' football"
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>broadcaster
"Team Hitler meets Team Stalin first time..
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Let us go then, you and I
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"Ja," Hitler said. "Vait, vho eez zat?!"
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asked Stalin.
"Ich bin Hitler" replied Hitler.
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Da, ya znayoo. Stalin zdyes,
said Stalin
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Their cocks stiffened. Neither of them moved.
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Of course, cocks do not have feet.
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Hitler checked the newspaper headlines: "India Obliterated"
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The janny recoiled in horror "NO, NOOOOOOO"
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Chekists dragged the janny away. "The protocol
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>>25533513
Imagine getting paid in hot pockets. CRINGE
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Canada rejoiced in the good news Trump's
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Stalin whipped out both of his penises
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, sending out a powerful shockwave which obliterated
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Scuddles' tight little arsehole. He smiled, because
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he remembered India had also been obliterated.
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Might the two obliterations be related? Mayhaps
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it's not worth living after all. Sad!
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>>25534560
but the best things in life are
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living somewhere without a bunch of smelly
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kind friends who care about your wellbeing
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and never question your gender fluidity, because
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correct horse battery staple kids next door
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without ever returning Hitler's favourite walkman and
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really, when you think about it, you'll
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never be happy. You'll never be happy.
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You should've done it years ago, coward.
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You're nothing. You'll never be anything. You
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don't have friends. They just tolerate you.
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Except Hitler, you think. That guy rules.
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But you're wrong. He hates you too.
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No, no god damnit! Hitler loves you!
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Wait.. Who said that? Am I hallucinating?
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his legs became wobbly, then he suddenly
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realized that the joke was on him.
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"HOW CAN THIS BE" he said aloud
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But nobody listened, alone in the void
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where he lived, he knew he'd never
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face to face with the most horrifying
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inquisitor." Voronov lowered the manuscript. "What does
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it mean to be a fish, in
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the frozen Moskva?" Voronov closed the dossier.
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Dostoyevski, Tolstoy and Pushkin stood in front
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of the black prison van in snow.
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"That'll teach you to love Mother Russia"
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Voronov shoved the weeping novelist inside, laughing
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then took their fountain-pens and broke them
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across his knee. Ink bled onto snow.
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He shook his head. "That was gay."
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The engine roared into the morning gray.
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but that is the problem with niggers
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" — Voronov underlined each word in red pencil.
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Said Dostoyevski, startling his companions in anguish
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, that "Everything is permitted." The van approached
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with ghastly rigmaroles and pre-Freudian complexes galore.
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Gates shut. NKVD guards dragged him below.
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His nipples sensitive to the Siberian winds,
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made the soldiers a bit zesty and
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wild. Before the Troika, his trial begins
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for having sex with a noble prostitute
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in novel that the STATE will prosecute
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whilst also destroying many billions of smelly
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>>25533513
You are slowly incrementing the world count to see at which point something mildly coherent emerges, aren't you?
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pages. "Explain this gibberish!" the Troika demanded.
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and dirty piss stained footwrap. He said
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"you are found guilty of morning glory"
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Tolstoy farted loudly, Pushkin cried warmheartedly, suddenly
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silenced. Voronov read: "Team Hitler meets Stalin!"
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"love prevails against the cold" he said
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His eyes, colder than a witch tits,
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narrowed. Voronov demanded: "Who is this Scuddles?"
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Scuddles, the long forgotten protagonist, plotted forward
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>>25535021
"i will rape scuddles" exclaimed the judge
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Dura lex, sed lex. Judge and Scuddles
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The jury was billions of utterly smelly
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"I WILL
F U C K I N G
R A P E
S C U D D L E S"
SAID Pete
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And it was that moment the raping
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only really began in this story. Long
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ago, Ace Ventura: Pet Detective was released
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in the the wilds of Southern Provence
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where humorous humongous fungus grew beautifully
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" — Voronov transcribed this decadent nonsense most dutifully
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And in this fungus lived a smurf
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" said the vagrant, while repeatedly stabbing Voronov
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and his nose was big and hooked
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"So… he was Jewish", Voronov replied. "You
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spin my head round round, you say?"
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"No!" Yelled previously unnoticed mysterious looking figure
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"Was ist Das?!" said visibly rattled Hitler
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Nikolai Yezhov, finger tightening on the trigger
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>>25535136
The hats Had had had had had...
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"Hahaha!" laughed the Rabbi Schlomo, perfect chutzpah!
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A bullet cracked. Cold silence filled the
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strip club. Scuddles threw down another $1000
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"Shake thaaaaat assess bitch" lofty song resound
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Squarepusher - "Hard Normal Daddy" 1997, Warp Records
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But personally, Autechre has always been my favorite
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all glitch music is for depressed trannies
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What do happy trannies listen to, then?
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The sounds of Jewish marijuana rap music.
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redundancy doesn't mean I'm wrong, kill yourself
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Scuddles coughed. Wind tore through shattered cubicles.
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Above, the chickens clucked impatiently. Feeding time
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neared. Scuddles discovered the clandestine corporate coops.
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seeding time. Formerly, fucking time, sucking time.
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Through feathers, pale Peter climbed, almost sublime
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Peter then walked and thought about things
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like female lips, and dying completely untouched,
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Peter ordered a coffee at the cafe
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No you niggers that's not how it goes! You're supposed to post a sneedjak!
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>>25535298
“I’ll take it black, like my men”
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she joked, ninety floors above Lower Manhattan
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Peter swept his room. It calmed him.
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Then the narrator destroyed all Peter posters
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"Wait, why are you tearing my posters off
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?"
"Because the Peter Poster is fucking boring."
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"Not boring! Asuka shines in crimson plugsuit!"
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"Colourless green ideas sleep furiously", repeated Chompskytron.
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Well, at least it's not Chomskytroon — I
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think I should become a cattle rearer
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"HOW YOU WHAT YOU FUCKING FUCK THE
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BLOODY BASTARD BENCHOD YOU!" He seethed copingly.
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The interlocutor quivered, then bobbled. "NO, YOU
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. Meanwhile, Janny received his pay slip. Overwhelmingly shocked
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. We return to the dialogue: "BLOODY BASTARD
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BHENCHOD BLOODY FUCK YOU BASTARD". But she
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slapped. How could she? Let's ask Janny.
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Janny, is she okay? Will you tell
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Chomskytron that your salary remains absolute zero?"
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"Hey Lois," said Peter, "this janny does
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real sloppy rim jobs for twenty bucks"
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Chomskytron deducted the twenty dollars as rent.
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Brian! Stopped fucking Mr. Hitlers leg please
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"I deconstruct fascism", Brian panted between thrusts.
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"BAZINGA!!!" Yelled Sheldon braking through the wall
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into empty sky, plummeting ninety floors down.
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Bazinga… it reminded Peter of the holodomor
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Sheldon bowed down and WORSHIPPED Hitler! Bazinga!
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The Jews scattered through nearby tunnel systems
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The incessant Hitler worship triggered Peter’s judeopsychosis
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"A wizard is never late" proclaimed Gandalf
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And Gandalf bespermed the whole entire gathering
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Scuddles wasn't greatly offended by that fact
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but what he WAS offended by, was
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grace, peace, forgiveness, tolerance, understanding, love, and
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Peter banning wizards while his office burned
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outbreaks of avian flu killing sea lions
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depressed the clerk condemned to burn alive.
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Harrowing bedbugs invaded terrestrial sacrilege of being
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Peter, lonely virgin burning in the tower
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Gandalf bespermed both towers at once, then
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blamed the structural failure on jet fuel.
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To be frank, it wasn't THAT hot.
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But the smell of hot wizard sperm
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melted the steel beams in Tower Seven.
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Oh no... Sheldon's inside tower 7! Bazinga!
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Peter checked burning cubicles for cute girls.
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Indians were not found in the cubicles
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They left with every woman hours ago.
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but the particles of their articles were
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concealing one skinny girl beneath a table
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(she was fat, it was a cruiseship)
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He kicked her flabby body in disgust.
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"PUSSYCLOT" he shouted angrily, stuck in her fat
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cunt unapologetically, and painstakingly it was rather
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acute. Then pain awoke her: "aaah fuck"
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She remembered her time in Vegas when
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a different guy got stuck inside her
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although that might have been in LA
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Her West Coast days tended to blend
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like cheap liquor and meth, but anyways
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she joined a tinsel town death cult
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that offered lead roles to surviving members
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not expecting to be working pensioner cruiseships
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She starred in a number of direct-to-video
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and had brief spell with vaudeville group
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, he cramped his words out of fear
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he noticed she's missing most of teeth
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and it was her vaginal yeast infection
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that seal deal, creepy lady very gross
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"You know Brian this reminds me of
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despair." He strapped her to a chair
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The tilted floor rolled her airborne: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaAaaAAaaAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!
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aaaAAaah, -aaAaAaAhhh, aaahhHH; this wasn't so bad
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Suddenly, there was an acrid stench of turmeric
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or was it her vaginal yeast infection
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Our team conducted a study to determine
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why her vaginal yeast smelled like ginger
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The reason will shock you! Click here
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By clicking the link, you have consented
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to death. Peter raided the breakroom fridge.
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"Awww yeah, Jello Jigglers! Freakin' sweet!" Pontificating
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on gelatin, Peter chewed his final meal.
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After this, he would never chew again...
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Especially in Singapore, chewing gum is illegal
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while chewing cum, though technically legal, is
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In those days pedophile vampires controlled the world
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Suddenly, a turmeric-like odour filled the room
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*gay accent* cause liiiiiiiike... yeah so likeeeee...?
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the Slovenian valley girl wondered boobily.
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Somewhere in the French countryside Varg Vikernes
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had another kid, but this time with
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Yasmin, a blue eyed Turkish Muslim woman.
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She had a big fat ass and
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boobs the size of summer watermelons. Her
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love for Varg was haram. But wallahi,
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whatever that means. Varg was blind now
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but only blind to eye charts. Inconvenient!
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Miku showed me her big, bouncy titties.
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Scuddles beamed, glad to be away from
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By Allah’s mercy the two had twins
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(I'll say it. I don't like Nabokov.)
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Their cursed offspring, mutated by unchristian music,
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began to slowly, but inexorably, transform into
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a copy of Pale Fire by Nabokov.
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"Butterflies aren't even that pretty," he thought.
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The novel was scuffed, the cover creased,
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but its contents were still legible. Still,
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he had his other child, Stoner, the
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small little German boy, a faggot.
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Yup, it was pretty hilarious. But Varg
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>>25536189
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>>25536606
And then they lived happily ever after.
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>>25536678
And fucked themselves. And sucked themselves. Yay!
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The German boy was called Peter Thiel
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btw, and the skinny fat girl was
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still suffering from gross vaginal yeast infections
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her name was Adele, she could sing
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from her punani to spread the smell
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and play a round of splinter cell
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and Allah gave everything to Varg indeed
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and but so it came to pass
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the third era of humanity, it's time
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for Ranjeet to die. Hit by a
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He tucked his hand under her armpit for comfort. She nodded, thankfully.
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falling woman strapped to an office chair.
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Then Dostoyevsky, Voronov and Scuddles commited suicide
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Then Tanner, Peter, Sheldon, Hank, Walter died
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Everybody is now dead. Even narrator. Ack!
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Luckily death is a continuation of life.
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Varg and his Muslim offspring, untouched by
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misfortune and death (meta metamorphoses aside), though
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held a funeral for all the dead
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>>25536948
Made me jej
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and baked their ashes into pagan bread
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much to Yasmin's dissatisfaction to such haram
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The daughter's vaginal yeast contributed into bread
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dough, since nobody died while facing Mecca.
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You are lower than a nigger's foot.
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sang the round loaf, rolling through France
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until it crashed into India, destroying everything
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except one call center offering tech support………
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which exploded. All Indians were gone forever.
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leaving two billion callers on permanent hold
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and unable to redeem their gift cards
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while the singing loaf rolled into China.
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Suddenly, Yui Hirasawa entered the room with
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a butter knife to end its life
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"I can't believe it's not buttered!" He
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had sixty seconds before it hit China
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to launch interceptor missiles at the loaf.
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But thankfully Gandalf intercontinentally bespermed the loaf.
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hitting it would mean spreading vaginal yeast
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all over Yunnan province. By besperming it
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he forced Beijing to issue formal thanks
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Varg and his Chinese wife also thanked
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Gandalf for defending their traditional family values
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gnometheless they received a full on besperming
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But that was but a memory now.
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From underneath the surface of the world
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she emerged, still strapped to her chair
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"Stuhl", as they say in german. But the
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but otherwise transformed into a hulking demonic
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centaur, hunting Peter for a second date.
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"Aw crap!" said Peter. "This reminds me
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when I forgot how to stop farting."
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Cut to Peter at a funeral farting
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directly into Gandalf's anus, ass to ass
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"Excuse me sir, could you please stop
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farting?" Her casters spun backward to September.
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In Peter's culture farting was a compliment
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Her chair flew backward through reassembling glass.
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that is, for the sake of clarity,
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in the direction of the back of
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Peter, slamming him into the open fridge.
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The fridge door shut, trapping Peter inside
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before atomic fire vaporized the office centaur.
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And there was much rejoicement. The end
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of Peter would surely be permanent this
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time if only he hadn't found another
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way to turn back time. Quickly, he
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knew in every timeline Indians were destroyed
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NEW THREAD >>25537449
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I like seven words



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