It was a dark and stormy night,
by the sound of the impending apocalypse.
but seriously, stop saying creepy shit, dudes
and embrace the loli with a hug.
loli loli loli loli loli loli loli
, said the loli, which roughly translates to
“Holy shit, stop being a faggot, oniichan
, and come and cuddle me already!"
But
then Ted Kaczynski came out of nowhere
and everyone groaned and rolled their eyes.
After all, no one opens letters anymore
, so Ted Kaczynski sadly returned to his
cozy shack and wrote another anprim manifesto
which read a little like this “Fuck
the police comin straight from the underground,"
The underground referring to subterranean fungal filaments.
and the police referring to the police.
After having the mood ruined by Ted,
the fat anon... I mean, the loli
then the creeps were reported and banned
from the country of Italy where they
were turned into lamp shades and soap
in a bloody, messy transmogrification scene. The
missile knows where it is at all
loli loli loli loli loli loli loli
"Oniichan! Quit messing around and go do
some chocolate pudding, we are starving here!"
So I hopped to the kitchen, but
time was running out, as the Latvian
pudding sniffer was caught red handed in
the action of sniffing the pudding, so
the pudding police sought to shut down
eight ongoing updates from their office computers
in an attempt to punish the bunny
BRAAAAP BRAAAAP BRAAAAP BRAAAAP BRAAAAP BRAAAAP BRAAAAP
"Onii-san! Shut up and make my pudding!
“ the loli started yelling louder. So loud
that I was not able to ignore
her, and resigned to making her pudding.
Why do I refer to my imouto
as "the loli"? Just a running joke.
Anyway fuck how do I make pudding...
You fuck some flour, butter, eggs and
then spread sugar between your buttocks while
carefully extracting broken eggshell from your glans.
It took 10 days, several gallons of
liquid plutonium to finally get closer to
Valhalla, to eventually stand at Odin's side.
Chocolate pudding should be made at 4a.m.
and after losing control of your life
the chocolate pudding has been completed finally
at an enormous cost: in exchange, I
just dropped my phone in the toilet
for the luls. Now I don't need
this mortal body anymore, for chocolate pudding
is the meaning of life, if only
our mother would accept the two of
us siblings in an incestuous monarchy over
my impending ruinous suicide. I'm sorry
to inform OP that my decision to
build the wall and secure our borders
will be reversed. I understand your frustration
but chocolate pudding is eternal. It's life,
until it's death. Suck my big juicy
conclusion. I felt so strong the day
I lifted my morbidly obese ass with
an industrial forklift. Is that ass wet?
Yes, of course that ass is wet.
the kitchen. It was finally here, the
end of days. Prepare to make your
breakfast, and mind the leaking pipes there.
Before they come to fix the pipes
the story has to meet an end.
Alas, farewell oh world of cruelty and
barbaric tv shows. We eagerly await the
you are now breathing and blinking manually
sign. Now I must depart. Gensokyo awaits.
But that's another story for another time.