I hereby, in declaration of all independent shlongs, that all ye fupa worshippers can go take a fat one up the rear end while simultaneously filling all ye holes with sticky white stuff AND smelling 3 weeks of dong pies left out in the hot baking sun. The lannisderps send their regards. Speak ye, and forever ye may ded. Not today tho, pelasse enjoy the monstrous ornament I have left in ye bed. women. These sacrifical lambs will keep ye warm in the most privetest of parties, filled with laughter and hot air being secreted into your left ear. In all certainty, there can be no more cake, as Erick ate it all. Good night, sleep well ye horny dinglebiters, fare thee smogre. In this ye shall find graces within the deepest parts of ivans shoelaces. Tie your right leg over ye bum whilst playing twister, the cantaloupe game. Excerpt from the monogomous Deedlit tome: Speak, and ye shall be flogged with thousands of peenesses entering every orifice thoust harbor on ye. Crap on ye hand and lather it with little of ye phlegm to make french roasted tinkleberries.