You're mother is a two-cent whore, and my retarded cousin Bobby-Joe from West Virginia fucked her till she asked for a dime. You know, I can basically say anything right here, I can offend anyone I want, I am impervious. Why? You ask? Its simple: repercussions only exist when others are aware of something worthy of them.

Writing on this site is like screaming in the vacuum of space. No matter how hard you try, nobody is going to hear you. Not even if you have a kidney stone the size of a 1957 Chevy Bel Aire, and it wants out. The only person who'd notice is that perverted astronaut who's been staring at your astro-crotch all week.

As I was saying, though, I mean, I could say anything I want about any group of people, or individual, and I would doubtless garner no attention for doing it. Watch and learn: Gary Coleman moonlights as a male prostitute, going by the name "Pinnochio," I have this on good authority, and can verify it's truthfulness.

Now, were this site visited by anyone other than two of my friends and occasionally my cousin, I would probably be in deep shit for that. I'd hear my phone ringing right now, it would be a lawyer, and they'd take all of my money (thats right, all five $1 bills) in a long and costly trial. Of course, I would defend myself, and the judge would hold me in contempt for making a mockery of the judicial system, just because I would wear one of those tuxedo t-shirts to the courtroom, but it was laundry day....

Good thing that will never happen. Keep not reading...

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