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So I grabbed a couple of goats, a pot of honey and

two-thousand sheet of carbon paper and… You know what, forget I said anything. And
don't ever mention that to Samuel, thank you. Do not cannon the wooden dog of the
Jurassic Park porno art.

"Fist Of A Thousand Running Butts!"

"Your mother licks the gravy from God's plastic bum."

Santa has a new present delivery method this year! He’s teamed up with famed rectal
sorcerer The Great Jizzinski to ensure that whenever you shyit this Christmas,
presents come out instead of poop! Question: How many up quarks to the kilogram?
Dogric Incineroar, Helga Jigglypuff, Rowena Fearowclaw, and Salazzle Slytherin
founded the Pokemon School Of Movecraft And Battlery, and Salazzle’s Arbok drinking
buddy Bassy Lisk accidentally got locked in the basement for 1000 years and lost
his mind.

[DOLORES UMBRIDGE GONE WILD CLICK NOW GONE SEXUAL CLICK NOW CLICK NOW]

Squack.

Butt meister in the jeggings of GRYFFINDOR! Grandma got buttsexed by a reindeer,

coming home from FurCon Christmas Eve! Do you think that the cordless power drill
of Best Community Outing 1919 won the plastic flowers in Beaker the Muppet’s gay
hole? Peepee Herman and the Candles of God drink lady petrol at Columbia Lodge No.
2, Aeiou. Polish the lacquer of the quacker wax in the [BLACK CLOCK CLICK NOW] of
the Floor Lamp Tribe.

SPECIAL DEAL for Nazis! Become one of [39 BURIED, 0 FOUND] at no cost to the world!
[DIE] today!

New donger visibility good, swowsing the Oceans Of Eternity and casting off the
docks onto seas of [REDACTED]. Neath tides of bleak and briny in that bed where
fortunes sleep, secrets lie beneath for finding, weaving dread and silt for sheets.
In the lambent lamp of phantoms, flotsam all are we in time, can you fathom what
the fathoms’ blackened chasms have to hide deep in the brine? It’s a fact of life
at sea! But I’m still grappling with the feeling that there’s something coming
after me, there’s whispers in the tides that crystalise in ocean foam of shifting,
infinite eyes, their ebbs and flows obsidian in twisted pitch of night…Or are the
depths below, abyssal, mirrored in the skies?

From depths, immortal chest, enshrined abreast horizon’s sprawl, whose every crest
a breath I ride in endless rise and fall…A beating heart, relentless, scribed as
tendrils strike the hull and each a part, crescendant, chimes the yen of siren’s
call! Each swell imparts unspoken names as waves and senses break, as rudder carves
an open vein left gaping in our wake…Though tokens raised from soaken graves may
yet a fortune make, I fear for what the ocean claims in place of what we take!

What’s to find, harrowed craft, ‘cross the lines shadows cast? Hoist your nets,
raise your pots,
all is death, plague and rot. Hard to port, hard astern, matters nought where you
turn. Compass spins, stars have fled, we are all dead ahead! MY HAWAIIAN SHIRT
COLLECTION HAS SPROUTED EYES AND THEY'RE ALL LOOKING AT ME JUDGINGLY! 18th Century
painting that punishes everyone who didn't help paint it. Call that Rococo's
Basilisk.

You know, Roko’s Basilisk isn’t actually scary. It’s not torturing people who
didn’t contribute to its construction, it’s torturing AI simulacrums of those
people. It’s like stalking someone who pisses you off, specifically to make a Sim
version of them to torture endlessly, while leaving the actual person alone. It’s
weird and creepy, but ultimately the actions of an overgrown petulant child. He has
big gay. MY BASEMENT IS BEING FLOODED BY BROOMS WITH ARMS AND BUCKETS!

This whole tofu dregs thing has become quite the meme. Shop like a billionaire at
Temu! Honey, why are the roof tiles screaming? I left my heart (and my rectum) at
the US Federal Cheese Reserve! Platonic Vore, I’m drinking a glass of lady petrol!