Ever wish you were as good as someone else at something?
Yeah, thats what mr. metall and mr. _champion think of when they read my ALL ORIGINAL content.
Thats right, nothing regurgitated or reused or harvested from a poor, illiterate gas station manager or students writing for a satire paper at a major research university.
Only all-American USDA inspected humor and happiness here.
All natural too, made by ancient Chinese in the south of ancient France, anciently. And thats the reason why my content doesn’t destroy the atmosphere, but rather takes control of it. That’s right, it takes control of the atmosphere… with zeppelins… powered AND navigated by super intelligent gorillas with the strength of ten gorillas that each have the strength of one tenth of a gorilla.
And before you know it, BAM!! My content comes charging in through your eye-hole at breakneck pace (or ear-hole if you have crazy cool voice software that reads you shit) and you can’t handle it so you just have to quiver there as more and more comes pouring in until you cant take it anymore and try and smash your head off with a broken frying pan duct taped to a tape about ducks ducking in ducts.
What else do you get with MY content? well, I rarely capitalize proper adjectives (i.e. dutch) and sometimes I just dont use apostrophes. Non sequitors and ad homenims abound. I invent wild and TRUE stories about SOME writer’s use of time travel to destroy certain heavenly bodies and then imply that ball gagging is common disciplinary practice in the future. Sometimes you’ll even get a treat like an already funny word with additional funny pre-and-suf-fixes attached, like ‘fuckity mcfuckerson’ or ‘bonertronic’. Yeah. Clunkline is bonertronic.
