It was a dark and stormy night,

when the people of the unholy citadel

A squid eating dough in a polyethylene

seven words is too difficult and unfun

my mother never taught me to count

", complained the angry protesters marching outside the

Unholy Citadel of 6ch, where they were

night, Suika licked her lips and said "

you can't handle a strong independent woman"

>test

>>12
original japanese steel katana engraved with flames

which was used to slay the mightiest

otaku molester in all of Akihabara City.

A light spring breeze played mischievously amongst

posts, deleted by users. It was then

that the austroloid double nigger invented a

new form of interpretive dance, consisting mainly

of painful bodily contortions and butt slaps.

Those few who mastered it were rewarded

the biggest fucking dildo they could fit

into Yukaris loose gaping hole. Since then

all is lost. How I weep for

this generation that will live to see

as the atrocities commuted only to find

they form an infinite Abelian group under

a distinctive mass of the stinkiest feet

that wonders why rules eight and nine

were skipped for such a lame joke.

Meanwhile, in Reimus bathroom, Marisa was preparing

vegetables because Reimu's kitchen pluming was having

difficulty convecting due to its viscosity. Reimu

meanwhile, was using the kitchen sink as

a tokamak for a makeshift fusion generator,

that worked with energy of youkais from

Youkai mountain. "Drat," she said. "Now I'll

never be voted Gensokyo's greatest yamato nadeshiko."

Suddenly, she noticed that her nipples had

been replaced with tiny danmaku bullets. This

was highly arousing to the nearby otaku

sucked dry by Sanae. Reimu was really

shit. In other news, a giant huge

cool daddy statue was blocking the way

strapon was worn by Suika Ibuki herself.

In that precious moment so fondly remembered,

Ibuki Suika sexually dominated me while drunk

and got me drunk on her delicious

loli oni pee. The New World Order

hates loli oni pee but strangely likes

Japanese Supreme Court seal dragon experts. And

now for something completely different, Ibuki Suika

will pee on my face for the

seventh time tonight. Remember my old, decaying

brain? Didn't think so. Neither do I.

The final solution to the jewish problem

involves eating their own children as usual

Abenomics didn't work, we didn't make any

loli oni to alliveate the sake from

worldwide onii-chans that need a kawaii loli

to love and hug. Sadly, the onii-chans

are race traitors. Shrek is love, Shrek

. Multiple armored vehicles were spotted heading to

DADDYCOOL's mansion. It is believed they're after

the vast sequestered methane and carbon reserves

for use in terraforming. How naive; they

don't even suck cock. Plebs. My Little

Friend is capitalized for some reason, perhaps

it is simply the Ideon's will. Oh,

the old man scoffed as he spoke

WITH AN IMMENSE CAPS LOCK FURY TO

my anus, which was haxed by the

animation staff working on My Little Pony.

‘‘BACK IN MY DAY, THERE WAS SHADING!’’

The animators, moved by his passion, decided

to commit suicide. Thus began the great

journey to defeat the legendary beast of

3D. However, they commited sudoku, not suicide

since we all love epic sudoku maymays

and twitching virginal trap cocks in frilly panties.

"I'm a big guy for you, CIA."

Said the guy waving loli panties in

complete bliss, while gently rubbing his massive

nose in the crusty patch left by

a stray bullet. The CIA reacted by

taking a long drag of his Cuban cigar

and straightening his bowler derby in a

provocative manner.

In the beginning, there was

a huge lot of abandoned striped panties

. And then God said "Let there be

lolis!" And there were lolis. And He

saw that it was good. The lolis

filled the earth, and subdued it. Then

the LORD told the lolis: "Be fruitful

and do arithmetic." But math is hard,

especially when one keeps getting distracted by

soft loli moans and wet, vaginal kisses.

Nonetheless, they persevered, and rigorously proved that

life is meaningless. This came as a surprise

party to everyone, as far as I'm

able to discern, if that makes sense.

Disappointed, the lolis decided that the only

proper way to skin a cat is

by not skinning it at all, ever

, and by instead petting and cuddling it.

Apparently, every character dies at the end.

Such is the fate of all mortals,

who abandon the way of the loli.

For the initiated few, the people who

fought their way through hell and back

were given one onii-chan to cherish and

extract all the blood from their bodies.

The immortal onii-chans gladly sacrificed their blood

and their immortality for a lewd kiss

SEVEN WORDS SEVEN WORDS SEVEN WORDS SEVEN

, the lolis chanted erotically, while I pounded

my fist against the wall in frustration.

refuse to acknowledge my dark sodomite lord,

who is really just lonely and misunderstood‽

I enjoy large penises inside of my

computer screen. They look a lot like

blimps and air ships and rockets and

similar artifacts of the phallic variety. In

fact, "phallic" even means penis-shaped! That

is what the dictionary says. And knowing

definitions can come in handy when you

need words to describe things, a dictionary

is not worth buying; use one online.

Anyway, getting back on topic, the lolis

are doing something odd.''

And sure enough,

they are doing something odd. Over at

Drew Pickles' premier gay strip club, which

only the gayest of faggots may enter,

heterosexual men were invading to steal the

dildis. "Those poor dildis", wept Ronald McDonald

(better known as The Penis Clown) "doomed

to be shoved up the vaginas of

women, who are not swell at all.

Just thinking about it makes me puke".

I'm not one for philosophical musings. So,

I'll just tell you straightforwardly and unpretentiously

the lolis are scheming behind the scenes

waiting for the right time to attack

the yummy snacks in the pantry. One

two three four five six seven words,

and the assault is all planned out.

When nighttime came, little shadows sneaked giggling

but one of them threw up blood

hounds - countless dogs, pouring from her esophagus

The time had come, the plan worked.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Ah singnle re of sunlite illuminatid the

the lolis as they carried their pastries

back to the pantry. One of them

was actually not a loli, but rather

A kung fu master, from the old country.

At a completely another location there was

no point pretending life actually has meaning

, with the help of my superior intellect

of lolis. I love lolis so much

I actually don't, fuck those retarded lolis.

This internal conflict leaves me unable to

hate lolis. I love how lolis always

make this thread all about them. For

goodness' sake, I wanted this thread to

be about the superiority of white men.

"Kill them," said the voices, "Kill all

GIRLS! PIGSWILL FLY WITH BLOOD TONIGHT! DESTROY

all evidence, they must not know about

my prized collection of quadruple amputee bdsm

scat bara yaoi. I'll distract them using

a story about lolis.

Once upon a

time, lolis were searching for the legendary

Giant Huge Big Black Nigger Dick Cock,

I forget the rest LOLI BLOODBATH NOW".

The story managed to somewhat distract them,

however Hakurei Reimu and her sexy armpits

were wreaking serious havoc in Gensokyo by

please read the previous posts before posting

" said a pouting loli, hands on hips.

"and never interrupt a sentence for meta

bitching, oniisan you baka!". Back at the

ranch, Cousin Jed was having difficulty deciding

the current time or date. ‘‘If only

I had a watch!" he lamented. Alas,

the current time was the Permian-Triassic extinction

, although prehistoric events aren't measured by watches

which Jed could have afforded anyway. So

Jed waited. The lights above him blinked

. Jed attempted a voiceless alveolar lateral fricative

to pass the time. Despite this, he

knew there were demons in the Permian-Triassic.

But as he got oldered, he stopped.

The lolis were playing in the snow

, blissfully oblivious - for now - to the impending

barrage of snowballs, thrown by their onii-chans.

Somewhere on a desert planet, two Monesians

theorized the existence of tiny ice crystals

that will transform anyone who touches them

into a person who is a bit colder.

Suddenly, a giant loli appeared from nowhere

though it was actually a girly boy

Like a shota or something, but not

without the cute, tiny, delicious dick

every straight person would pay to suck.

Making it cum all over their face.

The warm goo dripping onto your chest

made a large puddle around your feet

, which I would gladly lick, but only

after cleaning up the boy's flaccid dick.

I would not lick his anus though.

For it was full of green vegetables.

Suddenly dozens and dozens of aggresive bees!

Inserted an exclamation mark mid-sentence dumbly!

Insects started crawling out of my dick

. They were very friendly. One of them

even taught me how to quilt a

cumrag for personal use of president Obama

Jr., dear leader of the American Empire

of Lucifer Morningstar. Some British people attempted

to make sense of that last sentence.

But to no avail. It was then

that they discovered the true meaning of

used loli pantsu from a vending machine

and Blue Sailors in general. Or rather,

Shrek's cucumber, by which I mean penis

attempted to penetrate me, but it only

was an actual cucumber, not a penis.

It was green, just like the Hulk's.

"Golly" - I said - "that feels so good!"

Despite the attempt being thorough, it remained

in the white room, in the station

with black curtains. As I walked out,

I walked back in. The neverending nightmare

finally ended when I got glomped by

my nigga Jamal. "yo tyrone, ya gon

cap some fools with me'n the homies

later this evenin?", he said. I replied "

Does the pope shit in the woods?"

"He probably shits in the Vatican." Replied

Jamal as he handed over to me

his newest anime dragon dildo. A few

sentences later, we returned to the story

of me an' jamal going ta cap

some niggas. I opened the door holding

my gat and pointed it at Paquito,

the local mexican drug dealer. I shouted "

NOBODY GETS MY SAN ANDREAS REFERENCES, WHY?"

He shouted into the darkness. "Nobody cares"

“See you around,” said the police officer.

after that, I immediately fired my gat

, missing all twelve times. Jew rat bastards,

you'll pay for what you did to

the two people in the green Sabre!

Will the one who opened the jar

put it inside of his red rectum?

Tune in next time to find out!

One week later, I dutifully tuned in

to find out if the one who

who who who who who who who

buffalo Buffalo buffalo. Buffalo Buffalo buffalo, buffalo!

And not a single fuck was given.

The end. A long, long time ago,

desu desu desu desu desu desu desu

. Where is the fun in all this,

I protested, why is torturing dogs boring?

Perhaps if I give the creature immortality

then it will learn to accept my

undivided attention at making it feel the

happiest puppy that ever lived on Earth.

I grab the peanutbutter off the shelf,

and smear some on my large cock.

The dog comes over to my cock,

and licks off the peanutbutter. I like

the feeling of dogs licking my cock.

I proceed to jerk off the dog,

And then i stopped being a perv

-ert. I scratch my balls while thinking about

all the various kinds of perversions I

previously underwent with this dog. I realized

that my balls have gotten really itchy!

So I rub some ointment on them

but it only makes it worse! Oh

, how I yearn for the sweet respite

of letting a wave of passion roll

down the inside of my leg. Sometimes

you fall to then get back up.

And that is how I lost my

way and ended up here. How

do I propose to my dear-beloved

waifu, when she is trapped in another

whorehouse? I wish tranny brothels were together

like the ol' days where everything was

one; gays, niggers and trannies, all trash.

Three hundred one, the next number is...

um... what was it again? I can't

seem to find my fingers, quite the

inconvenience! Have you seem them anywhere? They're

supposed to be here somewhere in the

vicinity of my knuckles. Oh wait, I

forgot what I needed my fingers for.

Let me tell ya somethin, there ain't

a single cock larger than mine...

It's the largest cockfighting rooster ever bred.

An abomination, thirty feet tall, my cock

is. I have extensively trained it in

advanced gorilla welfare and tactical goose stepping,

It strikes fear into the hearts of

other cocks of considerable girth and magnitude.

At one point my cock was so

hungry for pussy, that it ate an

entire litter of kittens, and a hot-dog,

also known as a bitch in heat.

It then proceeded to penetrate a large

rectum whose owner I do not know.

The damage was considerable, the incident was

brought to the Hakurei shrine maiden's attention.

It was promptly ignored. The gigantic cock

continued to grow ever larger but suddenly

stopped, and remained at a height of

a small house, or a big SUV.

But then it began violently twitching, and

everyone logged in on twitch.tv to watch!

The giant cock then abruptly shot out

liters of thick gooey semen up in

the air. It flew so high that

it turned into a giant shard of

frozen semen, and tumbled back towards the

Earth. Then a calamitous explosion occurred as

it strikes the White House. The explosion

lead to small shards of semen shooting

in all directions and hitting people's eyes.

20.000 people died on that day. What

does it matter? Life is worthless anyway.

Nothij personnel kid, i thought to myself

But it was in fact, very personal.

The giant cock has held a grudge

against the US government for years now

, ever since that unfortunate incident with the

forced sterilization of his father. His father

had very visibly red balls with

dead skins and bugs on them.

The giant cock needed vengeance for

his father to restore his dignity. He

opened his beak. And from his beak

emerged a cock with a smaller beak.

And from this beak, lo and behold:

a sharp sword covered in flames emerged.

And then, without warning, the universe exploded.

But this ending was retconned and non-canon.

We return back to the sword emerging.

This sword was basically a normal sword.

.. To the eyes of the mundane. But

it was in reality a sword of

bones. Not boners, as some may think,

but bones (and partly boners). The sword

was so flaming huge it could easily

be used to strike down a giant

nation! And he shall rule them all

like a true Pokemon master would do.

But then the sword snapped in half

and from the hilt cometh a hundred

cute little lolis, searching for their onii-chans.

But their onii-chans were not here, they

had all committed suicide due to the

>>369

delay on the new chapter of Berserk.

The lolis wept bitterly and solemnly vowed

to accept their fate at the hands

of the giant flaming penis sword that

had hands for some reason. Having vowed,

to never suck off another immeasurably small

lollipop, they found themselves quite unable to

gather enough signatures to officialy enact such

legislative action to protect the vow. Disheartened,

they organized a coup against the current

number of words per post. "Seven words

is Judeo-Christian numerological propaganda. Why not eight?"

They were killed swiftly and without mercy.

And by "killed" I mean "severely scolded".

Yet they were resurrected as gargantuan buttocks

That flapped mercilessly in the high winds

Unperturbed and unrepentant, the lolis decided to

remove all their clothing, as it

was made of spiders. Now nude, they

Knitted new clothes out of some spare

spider webs they found in their immediate

vicinity, and donated them to the homeless.

The loli pranced around naked on a

carpet of arachnids, formerly comprising their clothing.

Suddenly, the loli merge together into a

large undulating pile of naked lolis. They

start to engage in a hot mass-orgy,

which lasted about 400 years, after which

they emerged as lolis no more, but

hideous skinless insectoids, searching for their onii-chans.

But the onii-chans died 400 years ago,

dooming their noble quest from the beginning.

So they decided to smoke weed everyday

So they each took out their blunts

And then they died of weed overdose

But this was of course impossible, as they died 5 posts ago.

>>404
A large meteorite fell from the heavens

, wiping out all life on Earth. The

story, however, takes place on Earth 2

where the loli rule. The loli were

ruthless dictators, forcing the enslaved populace to

copulate all day for basic human needs.

``Why is everyone so obsessed with lolis?''

asked some sick gerontophile, immediately before being

struck by a spaceship containing alien loli.

There were no survivors.

Meanwhile, in the

Sacred Scalpel Hospital, Jeannie gets to hear her

diagnosis. "Jeannie, your Siamese twin has aids!"

"Wait a second, if my siamese twin

has aids, then-" gasp

She couldn't finish her seven words because

ayy lmao four twenty smoke weed allday

And thus, Jeannie succumbed to weed overdose.

Once upon a time, there was a

cute twelve year old little girl called

Llaura Llewellyn, who recklessly flouted convention. This

caused her to gain the attraction of

the organisers of the convention flouting convention

, a quite conventional convention filled with conventioneers

whom likewise recklessly flouted convention. The organisers

reached a convention: recklessly flouting convention is

itself a convention, and must be flouted.

Merely by convention, of course, something Llaura

flouted recklessly. She worries too much about

the crushing inevitability of death. If only

immortality was customary for reckless convention flouters.

Alas, some conventions just cannot be flouted.

"WHOA! ARE WE ON A DIFFERENT CONTINUITY?"

bob dole is very gay, so gay.

A single tear rolled down Llaura's cheek.

"Mom? Wy do I have two penises"?

replied her mother, pouting jealously. Llaura was

starting to feel funny in her trousers.

probably because of her two weiners. She

had difficulty fitting both in her pantsu

"Now I can't get married!" She cries.

Little did she know, there are always

people with two or three penises who

are put in concentration camps. Like mutants.

Nonetheless, her assessment was spot on. What

,or rather, where would priests be found?

wondered Llaura, hoping that a priest would

cure her of this terrible curse, maybe

without resorting to penectomy. Eventually, she found

nothing, and nothing consumed all. What fate

/stay night lacked, on the whole, was

plot, character, art, writing, or

a character with penises instead of arms.

This gave Nasu the idea to create

a whole new original story which went

like this: Once upon a time, there

was a dark and stormy night. "Why

are we doing this shit again?" said

Takeuchi. "Can I just draw Saber and

her hitherto apocryphal diseased siamese twin, please?"

"Go ahead" encouraged Nasu. Takeuchi picked up

a broom and started shoving it into

the broom closet while cleaning his desk

"I can clean desks, but I can't

clean this shit!" He throws the broom

out of the window, hitting a bypassing

passerby as they passed by the bypass

passing it off as he passed away

"Enough of these past events, get back

to the future, in theaters near you!"

Nasu screamed, as Takeuchi prepared to work

on a new Saber clone. "Fuckin' masterpiece"

"It recklessly floutes convention!" further observed Nasu.

Sudden, TYPE-MOON's door was thrown open

as a horde of lolis rushed in

and brutally murdered everyone in sight. They

formed a semicircle, singing the praises of

PC Music, the best genre conceived today.

nigger

faggot

"I don't think that's seven words" remarked

Avery Morrow is a disqusting homosexual neofacist pedophile who needs to die. We must find Avery Morrow and brutally murder him. Avery Morrow's long flacid penis curves around into his anus and through his mouth into 0037's butt. He violently thrusts the flacid object through his mouth and into the ass of 0037. 0037 moans with joy. Avery Morrow has 10000 orgasms with force, filling 0037's colon with 2000 gallons of semen and dried smegma.The force of the orgasms makes Avery Morrow's penis turn erect, fracturing due to it's impossible curves. The force of his exploding penis blasts him backwards 10000000000km into the past. Suddenly 1000000000000000000000 shotas fall from the sky and he can't resists and fill them with cum and is assraped 10000 times in prison. His anus prolapses forever and he is always leaking shit. He was a basqu3 niggir the whole time the end.

Avery Morrow is a disqusting homosexual neofacist pedophile who needs to die. We must find Avery Morrow and brutally murder him. Avery Morrow's long flacid penis curves around into his anus and through his mouth into 0037's butt. He violently thrusts the flacid object through his mouth and into the ass of 0037. 0037 moans with joy. Avery Morrow has 10000 orgasms with force, filling 0037's colon with 2000 gallons of semen and dried smegma.The force of the orgasms makes Avery Morrow's penis turn erect, fracturing due to it's impossible curves. The force of his exploding penis blasts him backwards 10000000000km into the past. Suddenly 1000000000000000000000 shotas fall from the sky and he can't resists and fill them with cum and is assraped 10000 times in prison. His anus prolapses forever and he is always leaking shit. He was a basqu3 niggir the whole time the end.

It was a bright and sunny day,

relatively speaking, that is to say, it

was actually extremely dark and incredibly gloomy

. The lolis were dismayed that the weather

was feeling so ambivalent, relatively speaking, so

bees bees bees bees bees bees bees

, how do I turn off the bees?

" a newcomer begged desperately. The lolis mercilessly

, relatively speaking, kicked his shins with joy.

500 bees appeared and stung the newcomer

. I had them off before, they're back.

Suddenly, the floor caved in, revealing a

secert temple buried in time. Stinky sandwiches

could be found scattered about the temple

. Eating them was a very bad idea.

Really, really bad. I mean, just awful.

As I ate the accursed sandwiches, my

life flashed before my eyes. I realised

I forgot to turn off the stove.

Quick! Dial mother and tell her about

all of these exciting, time-limited offers!

For the low, low price of just

the souls of you and your peers,

YOU can become a cute little girl

(or cute boy with a girlish physique)

and live forever in the Unholy Citadel!

Finnish flounders flopped furiously for forbidden fallacy

" recited Alice at the annual alliteration affair

in Tokyo at edge of world disc

while Abolf Hitler conversed with giant swans

about the genetic inferiority of the blackbird

and the hook-billed kite's global conspiracy.

It really was part of his plan

in my pants. All the Basque ninjas

were actually bas8que niggers underneath their masks.

Who would have thunk it? Not me

" he thought to himself after he suddenly

deleted his user in his pants for

JUST SIXTY DOLLARS AND NINETY NINE CENTS

.

Suddenly, the door was thrown open by

A loli begging you to beat her

eggs for her because her arm's tired.

"by 'beat your eggs' you mean your

organic free range eggs for cake making

." "Oh, not at all! I mean my

regular grocery store eggs you elitist cunt."

The elitist cunt was, in fact, a

self described XML programmer who just happened

to engage in elitism as a hobby

""XML makes java the 'acceptable lisp' he

preached his idiocy well after it was

welcome as the loli had grown quite

masochistic and wise beyond her years. Watanuki

"What a nuki? Sorry, I don't understand"

Screamed the loli in a fit of

barely suppressed erotic tension. Unable to wait

any longer, she began hastily unbuttoning her

thousand buttoned blouse. Her Onii-chan waited patiently

-very- patiently, as she'd repeatedly fumble her

unbuttoning. Finally, Onii-chan could wait no longer,

and stormed off out of the room

In search of a new sister, one who

could get down to business more promptly.

"Hey Tyrone, where exactly are we going?"

"I already fuckin' told you, Jamal, we're

about five klicks from reaching the current

" Replied Tyrone, as they both sped down

the canals of Venice in their speedboat.

Had these canals been a bit wider

the pair might not have crashed into

the hostel which required you to pay

for each bee you were stung by

, and let me tell you these bees

sure do hate black people. "Ow! Shit!

These fuckin' bees are stinging my ass!"

lamented Jamal, as he signed his check.

"Aww hell naw, i'm enterin' anaphylactic shock!

" "anal phallic shock? Nigga, that's real gay"

quipped Tyrone, using witty banter to help

ease the tension brought on by Jamal's

Overly dramatic and unnecessary bid for attention

"Oh lord I think I'm dying, help."

One of the narrators asked how we

got from lolis to ghetto black people

"There's a difference between the two?" remarked

Tyrone, the ghetto black loli. She then

proceeded to rob a candy store, meanwhile

a

person who somehow smoked weed every day

read through this very story and remarked

"But I haven't ever smoked weed before!"

while continuing to chuff a fat blunt

CEO. Do what thou wilt shall be

the whole of the Law. Love is

possessiveness. All things are nothing to me.

when that thing you've been waiting for

is drowning in kindness for money and

• "let me stop you right there" said

Pastor Phelps, "Imma let you finish but

vampires have come to take the castle

and only you, son of Belmont, can

DRIVE OUT ALL THESE MOTHER FUCKING BEES

OUT OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING PLANE, AND

--"

"Hold up, we're VAMPIRES now?" interjected Jamal.

Jamal just couldn't believe it, wasn't he

too confusing. Tyrone dissolved into bats, laughing

"Should we just end the story here?"

"NO! We must go on," Jamal cried!!!

"Then prove yourself, nigga!" bellowed bat-Tyrone

Jamal tipped his bandana and yelled out

"Nah fuck this" and began walking away

as the ending credits began scrolling down

A voice is heard making a phonecall

"yes, everything has gone as planned, sir

No, no one suspected a thing, sir

Nobody knows that you were the third one,

Mr. President" the phone clicks, the end?

Or the bad end, had it been

not for Jamal punching bat-tyrone hard.

He had never thought of that box

before now, what could be inside it?

His hands rest on the box, relaxing

wondering how could he open it without

simply inserting one of his hands inside

:

a) Loli pussy.

b) Your mom.

c) The fucking box.

d) His ass.

"Nigga, that ain't seven words" said Jamal

Johnson to >>620-kun, who blushed profusely.

We have got to stop doing this

originating oranges on gazing on looking traffic

thought Jamal while Tyrone still continued walking.

Stop taking me out to eat in

-digestible nonsense. I can't eat sawdust!" protested

Ibuki Suika's urine. Ibuki Suika's urine. Ibuki

Suika's urine. Ibuki Suika's urine. Ibuki Suika's

urine. Ibuki Suika's urine. Ibuki Suika's urine.

Ibuki Suika's urine. Ibuki Suika's urine. Ibuki

Suika's urine probably tastes like sake, and

like a steak. So, one day I

broke mirrors with my face in the

stupidest way imaginable. And that's how I

realized there's no smart way to break

my face. Everybody pointed and laughed. I

felt myself go red, or maybe bleed.

In a distant land, it began raining.

And in that rain, someone got wet.

And that somebody was none other than

Benedictson Benski, retard extraordinaire. He grabbed his umbrella

and therewith stabbed himself in the eye.

Or tried to, as his eye was

versed in the art of karate and

deserved to be stabbed. However, the umbrella

just lost the game. Suddenly, Mr. Krabs

watches Benedictson Benski fail to stab his eye.

It causes an emotion to arise in

his krabby heart, but he is unsure

how to place it. Anger? Sexual arousal?

MisterKrabs thenbecame proccupiedwiththesudden shiftto presenttense whichhehadjust experienced.

Without any understanding, he walked towards him.

Benedictson Benski turned to face Mr. Krabs, just

in time to get stabbed in the

dick by a loli who had been

waiting for this moment her whole life.

==BEGIN MUSICAL INTERLUDE==

The bells are alive

==END MUSICAL INTERLUDE==

The dick bleeds out.

The loli laughs maniacally in triumph, before

Mr. Krab yells out "These claws aren't

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a fuckin nigger wop chink honkey squaw

. Now get quiet, Satan is gonna speak”.

And Satan spoke thusly: "Well ain't that

a kick in the head?" The loli

nigger nigger nigger nigger nigger nigger nigger

Watches as the niggers nigger on softly.

==MUSICAL INTERLUDE 2==

Oh baby, you're so

fuckin stupid and I hate you
but

Post deleted by user in the rain

everything is pain
I don't have a brain

somebody please delete the bees thread again

, said the anti-bee activist, raging and yelling

spread eagle cross the block. Zhe then

was turned into a loli by Squeeks,

who, despite numerous claims to the contrary,

THERE ARE TOO MANY BEES
I can't even SEE WHAT I M ROUND YOUNG YOUNG TOOTH TITLING TYPING AND THERE COVERING THE THE THE REPLY

Then, I had an idea! I could catch the bees!

But the bees ended up catching me!

They took me hostage into their hive!

I was brought to the queen bee,

and everyone died. asdf ghjk lmnb vcxz

qwer tyui op. My name is Squeeks

and I have decided to live in

Benedictson Benski's warm cosy anal cavity. Would you

like to join me? There's room for

me only. Sorry. Guess you'll have to

climb up MY cosy anal cavity instead...

Ya'know I would but I have to

see my doctor about my prolapsed butt.

I got it from my best friend's

prolapsed butt. Your mom is your mom

said your mom's prolapsed butt. No one

said that your mom is. No one

butt your mom. Your mom is but

your dad is not. Your uncle wants

a prolapsed butt. Your aunt wants to

stop talking about prolapsed butts. It's time

to take up more important issues, like

PROLAPSED BUTTS! PROLAPSED BUTTS! PROLAPSED BUTTS ARE

an important issues in today's economy. Butts

is not right, use prolaped anus instead.

It was a dark and stormy night,

the somber sky was teeming with thunder,

the anal cavities, full; the butts, prolapsed.

There was not a single thing that

could prevent those wrecked rectums from escaping

except maybe a brutal rewrite of communism

where Satan is a loli. Anime was

real yesterday, but yesterday has passed; just

my yesterday has passed; just Hakurei Reimu

, adored of the brave skillful Ibuki Suika

the wind is killing my art, ducky.

toe hoes suckin dem toes hmm yeah

tasty athletes foot yummy yeah yum yah

smelly dumb footfetish scum stop shitting up

toe hoes, we need those hoes clean

but wow check out those ear lobes!

Henry felt the urge to snack on

twelve payments of only $49.99 a month

for high quality foot fetish art. Antidisestablishmentarianism

within Benedictson Benski's prolapsed butt; o sad toge

.

Meanwhile, in an alternate universe, a cute

toddler was usually considered quite the little