Even as we speak, my army of poo-flining monkeys is marching on mandingo's domain, in response to him having more stars than me.
I will cover him with rancid monkey feces and begin a swath of fecal vandalism unless my demands are met.
Just so you know, here is a list of my demands:
1. Another star.
2. A vintage 1967 Dallas Cowboys football helmet filled with fresh cottage cheese.
3. A cd of Aerosmith songs covered by a group of nasally Bulgarian monks in Gregorian Chant.
And Finally, I want to:
4. Spend a day at Disney World with biped's pal Terry.
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It was such a waste of everyone’s time and money that even the Tokyo stadium’s rape robots apologized– something they were programmed specifically never to do.