Upon vehement discussion betwixt myself and a disrobed partaker in our magenta estate, it seems we wish to wax poetic on the aggregate of textual horrors which have befallen our sad affairs in literate typing with our glistening manicured nails upon the cold plastic keys.
THUS.. we must partake in the incessent ramblings of much 'bullshit' in the macabre style which Mistress Cody fancies herself while clutching her Hollywood-sold soul to the golden statue which so resembled her horrific choice in matching outfit, albeit the statue was sans bespotter.
We are oft compared to wanton courtesans in their youth with little knowledge but where the location of a thick hard throbbing rod on male genitalia is to enter out orifices. SO... it is upon the imitation pages of this hand-spun thread made by ladies who remove their clothing that we shall prove the patriarchial society wrong. FOR WE ARE NOT CLASSLESS UNINTELLIGENT STRIPPERS like diablo cody... we can be unlikely and intelligent as we devour our mountainous peanut butter on glutenous bread with amputated crusts!
SO GO! Wax your poetic. Use a Thesaurus! And for god sake, use hyperbole, because only the vapid misconseptions of intelligence will ever mistake our words for TRUTH!
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