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Oh ye of little plantage and armed growth, know that the Moist High
god of Holy Fuck has cast its fly rod over the fecal pool of Humanity,
and found it wanting for fish! Yea, though ye might rely on the Slimy
Purple Crust to protect thy ass, thy time will soon relapse and implode
on every expandable waist band, so heed my word, muthafucka!
I know that the dogs of Fegmania have been sniffing the corporate ass
of Bible-thumpin' Merikka! Thou wilt not hide from mine Big Hook, for
surely the Lead Sinker will take thee to thy smelly, stinky bottom. Thou
shalt lick and chew at the raw-hide thingee of Doggy Doggy Snacks, and be
base and unclean to be scaled in my sight. When I remove my hook from thy
gills I'll do it with a muthafuckin' pocket knife that has been left
stained with the insides of an Administrator, so hark, dammit!
Now go thee unto the world and babble the word, for glossalia is the
one True Fez Jabba Hut Special ba no ka he ta no ka ba ma na me ke ha to
na re ke he ba fa da er oh no I can't believe it de fa ha ge gu i
ah der da no pop ap pa....
NO CARRIER
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