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Chud11: @Anonymous: >Tranime
Doth mine illustrious ears deceiveth me? Does a foul miscreant DARE to sully this radiant basilica of effervescent truth, this peerless plateau of perspicacious propensity perpendicular to philosophical preponderance? Doth mine unrelenting, turgid consciousness ruminate within a miasmic cesspool of nightmarish fantasy?Nay? Truth springs forth as a veritable maelstrom of avarice, seeking wholeheartedly to crash against the proverbial bedrock of my intellectual acumen and weather it like the oncoming tide? This is, I daresay, a factual certainty? This prepubescent, repugnant dog, this contumacious pup, seeks, with his maligned, gaping muzzle, to sully to the lofty heights of the esoteric scholars of ancient times with his vituperative opprobrium, his ostentatious YAMMERING?Where, my simpering hound
where
WHERE the FUCK do you think you are, mine most recalcitrant and audacious PET? Mayhap you hath succumbed to temporary insanity? Such a defense
flimsy as it may be
shall, upon your own recognizance, be the ONLY wall occupying the space-time continuum between your miserable existence, and your scholarly master's divine judgment. If other explanations are within the realm of contention, PRAY to whatever deities you hold dear that we scholars of old remain ignorant of their existence. Erstwhile, trudge at ONCE back to your kennel, with NARY a remonstration or vicissitude. Test NOT the equator that is your scholarly master's patience. GO AT ONCE.
Erika_Furudo: @Anonymous: Jiren sat in silence, performing his daily meditation. GOD, he was so FUCKING handsome.
The phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. He quickly answered.
"Hello, is this the National Kiss Starvation Prevention Lifeline?" said the caller, obviously a woman.
"Why the FUCK did you just ask me that, little BITCH!?" growled Jiren. "Didn't you READ the FUCKING leaflet? Learn ENGLISH, FUCKING SPIC."
"W-what?! I thought you were here to help! M-my name's Chi-Chi, and my husband has never kissed me, even though we've been married for--"
"Shut the FUCK UP. BOOM."
"Please, I need help! I don't think I'll last much longer--"
"SILENCE, DOG," commanded Jiren. "Cease thy filthy canid blathering, and return to thy kennel, with nary a remonstration, or face the fullness of your master's GODLIKE WRATH."
"W-what kind of lunatic are you!? Can't you see I need help!?"
"What the FUCK did you just say to your MOST SUPERIOR master, you disgusting, drooling, subhuman canine? You dare? You fucking DARE open your spittle-laden floppy muzzle and espouse such inordinate, contumacious, vitriolic utterances in the presence of your DIVINE and GODLIKE master?"
"This is ridiculous!" Chi-Chi shrieked.
"CONCESSION ACCEPTED, dog," laughed Jiren. "Perhaps next time you'll THINK before toying with the Alpha of Awe, the Brute of Brawn, the Cultivator of Class, the Duke of Domination, the Emperor of Eloquence--"
a nigger made this
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Doth mine illustrious ears deceiveth me? Does a foul miscreant DARE to sully this radiant basilica of effervescent truth, this peerless plateau of perspicacious propensity perpendicular to philosophical preponderance? Doth mine unrelenting, turgid consciousness ruminate within a miasmic cesspool of nightmarish fantasy?Nay? Truth springs forth as a veritable maelstrom of avarice, seeking wholeheartedly to crash against the proverbial bedrock of my intellectual acumen and weather it like the oncoming tide? This is, I daresay, a factual certainty? This prepubescent, repugnant dog, this contumacious pup, seeks, with his maligned, gaping muzzle, to sully to the lofty heights of the esoteric scholars of ancient times with his vituperative opprobrium, his ostentatious YAMMERING?Where, my simpering hound
The phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. He quickly answered.
"Hello, is this the National Kiss Starvation Prevention Lifeline?" said the caller, obviously a woman.
"Why the FUCK did you just ask me that, little BITCH!?" growled Jiren. "Didn't you READ the FUCKING leaflet? Learn ENGLISH, FUCKING SPIC."
"W-what?! I thought you were here to help! M-my name's Chi-Chi, and my husband has never kissed me, even though we've been married for--"
"Shut the FUCK UP. BOOM."
"Please, I need help! I don't think I'll last much longer--"
"SILENCE, DOG," commanded Jiren. "Cease thy filthy canid blathering, and return to thy kennel, with nary a remonstration, or face the fullness of your master's GODLIKE WRATH."
"W-what kind of lunatic are you!? Can't you see I need help!?"
"What the FUCK did you just say to your MOST SUPERIOR master, you disgusting, drooling, subhuman canine? You dare? You fucking DARE open your spittle-laden floppy muzzle and espouse such inordinate, contumacious, vitriolic utterances in the presence of your DIVINE and GODLIKE master?"
"This is ridiculous!" Chi-Chi shrieked.
"CONCESSION ACCEPTED, dog," laughed Jiren. "Perhaps next time you'll THINK before toying with the Alpha of Awe, the Brute of Brawn, the Cultivator of Class, the Duke of Domination, the Emperor of Eloquence--"
Chi-Chi died of Kiss Starvation the next day.
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@Chuddy:
uhhmmm ackshually it's goten you bunch of nigger trannies