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2003-12-16 - 6:39 p.m. My Hit-List is Legion. Y'know, I may strive to be an Ubermensch - as should we all - but I've never once said I was Superman. Well, maybe. Would it be strange if I told you it's something I really enjoy yelling as I cum? If so, forget I said anything. But I digress. Like I was saying before I rudely interrupted myself, in normal, everyday circumstances I don�t consider myself Superman. But y�know what? If I don�t get some fucking sun soon I�m gonna go Darkseid on someone, and I�m gonna be weak like a little girl with polio and rickets and extreme Seasonal Depression Disorder. Like Superduperman in Frank Miller�s, �The Dark Knight Returns�. Then I�m gonna look like a right twat and people will laugh at me. Then I�ma gonna get angry. Then I�ma gonna have to get creative and kill you all on a mass fucking scale. Then I�ma laugh and laugh and laugh and when my abs are sore and my diaphragm is weak, I�m gonna snicker. So if you know what�s good for you, you fuckers, MAKE WITH THE FUCKING SUN! If �God� is reading this, yeah, this fucking warnings for you. �Cause when I go the final trip downstairs, the Devil�s gonna like me. And I have just the argument to boil his caustic blood. Yeah, �God�s� on my fucking hit-list. Don�t fucking tell me that shocks you. 1 of you fuckers have been accounted for.
Glenn Reynolds Says
"Gon' git me some KY and do me some GOB's!"
Spit it OUT, Snapperhead!
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