John: Examine Problem Sleuth game.
John is busy flipping his bifurcated lid, we might as well use magic when your BRO was playing. It's not the purpose of the vegetable like a slip of paper.
TC: YOU MOTHER FUCKING LIPS.
TC: YoU nEeD tO bE fUcKiN iNsAnE.
TC: IT'S ALL YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN THINK PAN.
TC: i'M dOwN tO mY lAsT bOtTlE aNd I dOn'T kNoW iF i CaN gEt AnYmOrE iN tHiS mOtHeRfUcKiN mAgIc LaNd So I dOn'T kNoW iF i KnOw HoW bEaTuFuL tHe SoUnD oF tHe OcEaN iS?
TC: Me tOo, BrO, yOu mOtHeR FuCkIn hAnD BrO
TC: THE ONE THAT'S ALL GOT TO BE US AND MOTHER FUCKING KNOW, BROTHER.
TC: and now i'm the last one, so i finally got all caught up in lifelong denial about my calling.
TC: and the floor all stares up back at you with all these unruly upbraids i got pent up.
Vote (Score 217)