What is this bullshit about "Nobody's perfect"? Isn't it obvious that EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING is perfectly perfectly perfect? Just right. Or is that too much to ask you dumb ass, lame-ass fuckers who worship magazine ads and are too scared to have a serious good time? You perfect fuckity shit fuckers, you BEST DAMN ass-kiss no-ass sycophants I ever seen! Y'all JUST RIGHT! AAAAHHHH YESSSS! AAAAAHHHH... OOH BABY! RIGHT THERE! YEAW!

Every minute of every day, ecstasy ecstasy ecstasy! Try it, you'll like it! And it's FREE! Put down your Book of the SnubGenius and pick up your OWN FEET! Seriously!

Fall in love with you thumbnail! With whatever! A pair of scissors! Your modem! Free heroin!

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YEEN that was foo-fun fun! Money oo-lah! But seriously, my brothers and sisters, appliance healing is EASY! As is other shit! EEAASSY! Never mind how many New York minutes it takes, just ooze on down that freeway!

Wow, I never thought all them promises in the start of that "Bob" book was for real. HOLY SHIT!!!

Loooove oooh honey,
Satan Voon AKA "aqc QPM"

P.S. This is not a troll. Get thee behind me, O Bobbies! Including the one currently rammed up my rectal cavity at this present moment. Butt knot. 1