AT LEAST I DON'T SPEND MY TIME S*CKING D*CKS IN THE BATHROOM AT OLIVE GARDEN. YOU DIRTY LOWDOWN SLIMY FILTHY DISGUSTING GLUTTONOUS HOGLIKE MOTHER F*CKING C*CK SUCKING SON OF AN INCESTUOUS PEDOPHILE SHEMALE R*PIST PROSTITUTE. GET YOUR MOM'S D*CK OUT OF YOUR MOUTH.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT I'M GONNA DO? I'M GONNA SH*T SO FAR UP YOUR *SS. STOP FOR A MOMENT AND REALLY GRASP THAT STATEMENT. I AM LITERALLY GOING TO SH*T UP YOUR *SS. I WILL TAKE MY PANTS OFF. RIP YOUR PANTS OFF, OUR SPHINCTERS WILL TOUCH, AND I WILL SH*T. YOU WILL TRY TO COUNTERSH*T. BUT MY SPHINCTER WILL OVERCOME. AND I WILL PUSH A LOG OF SH*T FROM MY *SS UP INTO YOUR BODY. THIS IS WHAT SHALL OCCUR WHEN I FIND YOUR KEYBOARD F*CKING FACE.

YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE? I WILL P*SS INTO A POT. I WILL ADD CORNSTARCH TO THE P*SS AND BOIL IT UNTIL IT GETS REALLY THICK. LIKE SAUCE. I WILL POUR THE THICKENED P*SS INTO A PLASTIC CONTAINER AND PUT IT IN THE FRIDGE UNTIL IT HARDENS INTO A FIRM JELLO. THEN I WILL THEN CUT IT INTO RECTANGLES. BATTER IT IN A MIX OF MILK, FLOUR, AND EGGS. AND DEEP FRY IT AT 375 UNTIL GOLDEN BROWN, FLIPPING ONCE SINCE THEY FLOAT. AND I WILL SERVE YOU MY DEEP FRIED P*SS. THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING SUCH A F*GGOT.


C*CKMUFFIN.