Space.
What. The fuck.
You think you're all cool and mysterious out there, don't you? I see you. We all see you, you pompous douchecanoe. That's right, space. You're a canoe. Of douches. Why don't you tweet about how dark you are, put up a FB status saying "I encompass, and I eclipse"? Self-absorbed cockfucker. There's fucking real people here with real problems, but do you give an aerial fuck? Nooo, you're too busy being vast and empty, like a hipster's third journal.
What the fuck are you hiding, you untrustworthy duckfucking taint-snorter? You think you can hide from us forever? Well guess what, you shitsack - we're coming for you. That's right - we're gonna get ALL up in your fucking ass-bowling business; you're an underage girl's hair and we're R. Kelly's motherfucking piss.
Suck it, space, you big, mostly empty wuss. Suck it like it's got Robitussin in it.
Shitfucker.
And thus concludes our Week of Yelling. Thanks for watching, and stay turned for your regularly scheduled drivel. G'night, folks!
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