I'll start
follows from
Stokes' theorem
; I mean,
who the
[expletive deleted]
fucking hell
doesn't know
that? Even
she fucking
wrote a
lengthy diatribe
about Gauss'
law of
man/boy love.
I don't
care though.
Ennui has
six letters.
So does
nothing else.
That's right;
NOTHING ELSE.
Except, of
nothing. Else.
Not even
anything else.
Moving on,
Some guy
unnecessarily capitalised
in the
distant past,
and now
we will
forcibly defenestrate
SVCHost.exe, COM,
rm -rf
filemode circumvention,
and thereby
raping Izumi
Konata in
her hairy
anus. I
didn't think
continuous form
would have
sufficed to
complete this
atrocity of
a sentence.
If you
would like
to come
out and
admit you're
fucking dumb
, do so.
I remember
a time
when homosexuals
were floccinaucinihilipilificated.
So the
only way
to find
where you
were when
the Lopadotemachoselachogaleokranioleipsanodrimhypotrimmatosilphioparaomelitokatakechymenokichlepikossyphophattoperisteralektryonoptekephalliokigklopeleiolagoiosiraiobaphetraganopterygon
teleported teh
lepidopterists is
to ask
a butterfly.
They would
always flutter
serendipitously around
lepidoperists, they
got excomunicated
and they
commited sudoku
in protest.
When VIPsaurus
VIPPED all
the deformed
foetuses, I
was there;
it was
beyond all
reason or
comprehension. Truly,
a disgruntled
gay trap
was trapped
inside traps
of Deccan
swallowed by
a huge
eldritch horror
torturing you
by pulling
ch34p V1@gr1