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The Stranger made me a closet furry. Because he is phenomenally attractive for a camel monkey, and I hate monkeys. Just goes to show why he made me a closet furry.
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I can't really explain it properly without you right beside me, but I do this thing when I read something I find really stupid/gross/inane with my mouth. I sort of spit, and try to catch it with my lower jaw. I am usually significantly succesful.
You have just made my screen stained with angry Canadian Spittle. For this I will hate you for all time.
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I want to kill a baboon.
I want to make it cry, and bleed, and shriek in agony. I will stab it with it's own freakish teeth, then leave it to bleed to death, limbless and eyeless and writhing on the African Savannah. On it's children I will plant a deadly baboon virus to kill all baboons, mandrills, and chimpanzees. They will be wiped out in an instant, and I will dance on Jane Goodalls grave.
But either way. I'm the most prudish person in existence, so don't worry. I'm seventeen and in college, yet I've never had a drink, never done drugs, never been kissed, hugged, or held, and never dated anyone that lived in the same state. Well, I suppose I'm only prudish in the physical sense, 4chan poisoned me long ago.
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And I thought that my previous dislike was unparalleled.
It's pretty clear that A) You're trying way, way WAY too hard. B) You have some horrid obsession with writing diatribes about bones splitting or somesuch, and C) You're just generally a weirdo fucker. I'm the
king of Weirdo fuckers around here, and you just come tromping in, throwing this shit around.