Fucking god-damned son of a bitch horsecrapping motherfucking shitfaced asshole fartfucking piss-shitter cock-sucking shiteating asspicking hellhammered twotiming ratcoddling bitchfucking shithead!
::looks around:: check, check, check, check, check, check, check… .HEY!!
[John Cleese]
You are a true vulgarian, aren’t you?
[/John Cleese]
Obviously someone who misses his foreskin.
I recommend the Church of the Visible Pink Foreskin.
Why yes, I am shamelessly promoting my own thread.
C’mon Ashtar, don’t hold it in. Let it all out. Feel the burn.
I give it a 5.8.
Mods, do your duty!
Be one with your anger.
Maybe he wasn’t good enough for you anyway.
(I suppose I don’t know you well enough to say all that, but I’ve lurked, and you seem like a nice bloke)
[Mr Grammar ON]
C’mon now! That’s a fucking god-damned son of a bitch horsecrapping motherfucking shitfaced asshole fartfucking piss-shitter cock-sucking shiteating asspicking hellhammered twotiming ratcoddling bitchfucking shithead of a sentence you have there!
There’s no fucking god-damned son of a bitch horsecrapping motherfucking shitfaced asshole fartfucking piss-shitter cock-sucking shiteating asspicking hellhammered twotiming ratcoddling bitchfucking shithead subject, no fucking god-damned son of a bitch horsecrapping motherfucking shitfaced asshole fartfucking piss-shitter cock-sucking shiteating asspicking hellhammered twotiming ratcoddling bitchfucking shithead predicate or any other type of usual fucking god-damned son of a bitch horsecrapping motherfucking shitfaced asshole fartfucking piss-shitter cock-sucking shiteating asspicking hellhammered twotiming ratcoddling bitchfucking shithead sentence structure!
Now go back to the fucking god-damned son of a bitch horsecrapping motherfucking shitfaced asshole fartfucking piss-shitter cock-sucking shiteating asspicking hellhammered twotiming ratcoddling bitchfucking shithead computer and get it right!
[/Mr Grammar]
Oh Freyr, LMFAO!!!
Ash, what is it honey? A job thing? 
I was mad too when I went to Toys 'r Us yesterday to find that Final Fantasy IX doesn’t actually get there until today!
Fartfucking? Fartfucking? FARTFUCKING? Bahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, et cetera.
Heehee. 
Okay, I feel better now.
I’ll be a dick and regail you with horrid tales of my life after I get back. Right now–I have something to look forward to. And I won’t be around for the next several days.