A Masterbatos Anum

A duckdunking report submitted to Dark Ritual Office of Zion

         A masterbaitos charicrature will satisfice those that call for it.  When where how can demographics regime change shift turbulance pimple-losis without touching numerous juridicial finds, is a question many have been asking the witches.  Which turnmoil shall hold can be told by shifting mills, without use of wheat processing plants.  Mixtures into disauthentic parties would help in bringing about my English lessons to the needy kids.  Rotten neighborhoods can be curbed by quarter-sizing many recycle agencies.  Commentaries brings about many memories of sadistic rituals that my party last year had memorialized.
          Necromancer screw systems can yield a successful school of 350 thousand kids per annual.  A satisfactory number, none the less.  For office findings, many visits may stumble guests upon cradle waverings, if they indeed chosen to proceed that is.
          We need to systematically kill all of fiends.  Of course, fiends wouldn't announce this to us, though yes, they would adapt.  Putting toxic substances into a soda bottle and call it a drink is like licking camel's face to get a green card, at least better than homo marriages though.  Reporters say experts are wrong when reporters say experts say when reporters report experts say reporters' say.  Survey shows 100% of liars use these talks, rather viciously.  But then their devotion to any sort of happiness is missing; cannot be found.  Is this behavior of a normal creature, yes, really, asked the president.  It's something we should be looking at, having 85% of our national interests focused onto the-ye groups.   Mad nerds do nothing for this country, they should be at monethery, should we build them a couple per urban districts.  Urban is my turban cess pit, it's my toilet, that's why we call it urban here in afghanistan, as in the great prophet Urbanma Bin Laden.  or in short: Urban Biden

Turban wearing mugs may look ugly or backward.  But at least jean wearing lethality poisonous fiends isn't God's favourite.  They would be cruel-ly punished, plotted against in secrecy and one day be snatched like a little trapped freak finally caught by God's warriors in a decisive overwhelming charge.  And then only endless redemption follows forth for thee little hairy poisonous toxic vilelings, such nasty entites, thy hairy rat, I tell thee could a thousand fold, aye.