Werd in dude!! (and by dude I also mean a ven diagram protractoring includesive of all hot chicks), I just finished up the watching of Return of the Two Towers II and it gave me a directly prostrate chubby that would have got the pee wee hermans head guy charged with public stiff crank over-attendance offendences in all 57 states simultaneous. But just like those lesbian guys with the moundingly abunding nad packs would say at the opera play :; 'something is rotten in denmark ... bob'. Now, to be honestly first right up, maybe I should be inhaling on my baited breathing till J R.R. Ewing gets through scribbling up his grande final installation of the Harry Potter and the Lord of the ring trilobite, but in all eventualities I'm not sure THERE'LL BE A FUCKING SMILY HAPPY FUN WORLD TO COME BACK HOME TO AFTER I AM CLUTCHING MYSELF VOCIFEROUSLY AND WAITING ALL THAT LONG LONGLY TIME.
im always never that dude who embarassingly runs off the short end of the carrot and runs around screamings "THE FUCKING CHICKENS ARE FALLING, THE CHICKENS ARE FALLING YOU FUCKERS", like that little cartoon guy in the disney parodables (except for those actually real occasions in which my previously otherwise steely grip on gravity imperilizing powers slips little bits for example in cases of when I see one of the worlds remaining three sets of natural titties on an actual female girl), or even like the wolf boy who sees that all the wolfs are coming to eat his legs and other walking organs and dresses up like red Boyz in the hood and axes up his granma bodycount stile cause she let out his penthouse closet room to the fucking bears but then nobody believes him about STINKY SHIT ONE cause they're all like "fuck dude - your granmna is all like being fucking fucked with blood and everything and your wearing her gizzies on your head" and wolf boy is all real like "but shit dude officer MY LEGS WERE IN CLEAR AND PRESENT ENDANGEREMENT like the saving private tom clancy guy in dubya dubya one" and the officers are all like "calmn down there M&M" and wolf yellin boy is all like "fuck no man he aint shit fucking Luther Vandross Milli Vanilli sellout cloney ", and the offecers are all like lookin at each other and laughing and singing Shaggies "wasn't me" while they mace him down and clubenate him like a stuck pig.
BUT
., I am taking the remote controller right the fuck out of your sticky pudged up establishedly weak nerdy hand in a deftly skilled up spinning snatching manouvering previously only known performed by hot chicks in leather pants or keananu and tuning in your
blaupunkt to
channel REAL THE FUCK NOW.
HEDLINE - "WORLD: FUCKED TO FUCK IN A FUCKING BRICK ENEMA ASSBASKET OF PREVIOUSLY UNMANAGEABLE PROPORTIONS. FUCK. TEH HUMANITY. 0WNZOR3D->US"."
J RRR. R. Ewing has gave us all the real actual warnings we couldnt possible hope to recieve unless in cases of extreme Extra Sentience projections like the big head kid who saw dead ghosts and chicks from bulimia. I also actually have this real ability but am choosing not to use this in almost all cases due to complications arisoning from a large majority of dead people being either (2) - ugly and old, (c) - young but alarminizingly ugly also
(d) missing large parts of faces and usually arms (5) - being guys and naked. (IIIV) - cellulite or unhot nun relating complications.
Morover J RR has obviuosly forgone these sundry perils pitfalls and digdugs and has encapsulatened his entire warning massage of future horrible earth deathly dooming madness in a fictionalized historical movie starring hot chicks with ears, midgets youd love to punch hard in the boy nads, and lots of hairy death metal fan guys with bad manicure tendencies: HARRY AND THE RING LORDS man - fuckING LOOK IT UP IT's A BIG MOVIE OF MANY PARTS released piece by bit to allow its vehemently impotent messaging to penetrate your nurdy, important warning rejecting 'I love you - you love me - lets go play Cyberwang Jizzploder the Chipmunk V: the Stickening by Crapcom on my MAME chais lounge - were a happy family - with a bing bang paddywack give a - FUCK SOMEBODY JUST STABBED ME IN THE FUCKING LUNG CHAKRA - owww ... owww .. will raiki fix this? .. what about my fudge baking in the oven .. is it too late to node this last breath .. argg. ..owww. ooooohhhg ... keyboard .. can't fucking reach. .... arrg.. edevers - hear my plea ... hurts ... more ... than ... downvote. ugglrrsgosuhshs... pluhease gawwd ... one last jackoff ... ? no ... evil hordes cutting off ... virgin unpussied wang as ... grunt ... last ....grunt .. fooooof' frontal cortex thing.
Let me bust it on down for you people who like shorty words and the french. There can be no actual denying of the facts inherent in all orks looking closely like Busta Ryhmes. IN ADDITION and added to this factual - the evil guys with the ass cool spikely armour and other guys with strange stick like things on there evil backs that looked like what I used to make with paddle pop sticks and granmas wool ALL SHARED COMMON DIFFERENCES. They were evil and and had black mascara around there eyeballs on thier face. THE ONLY PEOPLE in our world who wear eye make up in this fashion are either (I) - really old hookers with shaky hands and (b) - GOTHS. FUCKING GOTHS. Or possible Albanians.
J R RR. has layethened down his big tasty ass fool smackin' gauntlets of wisdoms + fucking 5 with holy avengering tendencies and d 1,000,000 damage with exceptionally strength. Im just pickin up on that baton like in an old fashioned quick squirt relay like your dad used to play at his stocking wearing guys with pipes conventions, and layin it about the quivering head and face of the ostritch or emu type mammal with its head in the sand which is currently representing you and the world in generality. Busta Ryhmes is Sauron. Difuckingrect from South Mordor california. There can be no plausical denialing of such a fact. The actual evil men (and possibly hot yet being evil but with the possibility of sex related redemption by me chicks) who seek to rendle aid unto Saurian are GOTHS. Not the invisigoths who decimated roman times by remaining unseen and smakin people up with fiddles, but actually FUCKING GOTHS. Or possibly albanians. ALl you stanked up bloated 7 of nurd type 'I ported SUper metron: donkey fucker rumble pack to my wristwatch and it runs fine' currently third ass deep in a full body cybervagina made from tazos and cheezy whizz NEED TO FUCKINGLY GET SEVERAL GRIPS ON YOURSELF SIMULTANEOUSLY. HARD. This battling cannot be fought out on the imaginized plane of Squickfrenzy the Fox & Friends in fuZZLE LAND. ALL you pale flabulent lardgarglers are requirement out on the front lines of an actual WAR.
I for myself am spending between three and twenty seven hours of every single one of my days using the abtronic while simultaneousness keeping my gravity imperriling hand slightly vibrating in the three distincting ways required to unleash all objects exclusioning vegans and trees on the earth upwards and north really fastly from the fucked up earthly crust. When I for one here 'YAW YAW YAW .. YAW' or 'WOO HA I GOTCHA ALL IN CHECK' outside my cardboard box my shit will completely be tidied up, stowaged, tied to the decks, swabbed, battoned right in the fucking hatches & shined like spit ready for pop lockin electric boogaloo shrimp me V fuckin Busta Sauron action. If mine ears be aussaultethed with the cure or sisters of mercy I for very extra one will be hittin died black hair with a smitin plank o smacky first and lookin up my pearl manual for the polite object orienting way to check permissions later. I bescreetch you lamers - remember the old alliances. Or make new ones if you cant remember really good due to problems arising from chronical log polishing to buffy fan art differently ablement. Come on up outta the cabinet before its too late.