QQ, two magical letters that look like buoyant balloons or spunky sperm if your mood is right, or fear-inducing forebodings of death if you're trippin' on some real bad shit. Two crying cat eyes from a cat egg, the whiny babby who sits at desk sobbing when big bad internet bullies say mean things from their glistening cubes, coated in Funnyun grease & the lube of a million surreptitious sub-desk wanks.
My point is, whiny bitches nigga, what up with that? Why so serious? We all just trying to have fun, be clever. Go out there with joy & aggression, seize this miracle life by both danglesome jesticles, & fuck the shit outta that sour smellin ass til you die of crotchrot. Cos that's all we got.
"I feel a broken man, completely disconsolate, frustrated and an unimaginable sadness," wept a bitch. Suck it up, big boy. Your eyebrows will grow back one day. FAG
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"I chose a bloger poorly", wept the blogmaster. "Wait i kill him & ppl enjoy drama!" and the blgomans lived happy ever after~~
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