Chapter 11
Author's note: Fuck it, work on the Obamium story is slow going, in the mean time, have another chapter of this mess.
"I AM GAY!" Admitted Clay as he was repeatedly stabbed to death by the entire population of the Sandwing Kingdom.
"WHY THE FUCK IS IT A KINGDOM, A KINGDOM SUGGESTS THAT A KING IS THE MONARCH IN CHARGE, BUT IN WINGS OF FIRE MATRIARCHY IS TRADITION, SO LOGICALLY ALL THE KINGDOMS SHOULD BE QUEENDOMS!" Yelled Queen Oasis as she was raped by the IJA.
Clay the mighty mudwank died; George is stuck.
"You know, those are separate clauses with no relation, why did you link them?" Asked the very same psychiatrist that had to put up with me.
"They're connected very closely." I said.
"George needs to die." He said
"Hey stepbro," said Beth.
George then proceeded to rape Beth, making an apartment block in Kyoto implode.
Heinz then ate Guderian, making Mr Hilter eat stupid Bimmler's spankgetti, which had been previously rubbed in penis.
"BEGONE THOT!" Shouted Chad, "cease thine faggotry!"
"CEASE!" Joined in his army as they burnt Jerusalem into a pile of naught but cinder and ash, causing a particularly salty sea to eat salt, becoming saltily more salty.
"FRANCE'S THIGHS!" shouted a somewhat aggravated Larry, who was rather angry that I was reading a Sunset Shimmer smutty fanfiction to him in class, despite having been repeatedly told to stop.
"Hello, I'm Hard." said Larry.
"HUMAN RESOURCES!" Shouted all of Africa.
"OHSHITOHFUCKKILLITWITHFIRE!" I muttered.
"Human resources? I think you mean slaves."
"I ship Larry and Hannah." I stated.
"SPARK MY DICK, DADDY!" Shouted Obama.
This statement made daddy Fechlin ask Rowan about his odd obsession with Obi wan's big black kek, making a disgeorgable throat appear in a large can.
"YOU WANT SPANKY WANKIES?" I asked my sweetheart, Zach, who the all the Jägermeister i o.
"Ohio!" Said Dounald Trump in a ridiculously witty comeback.
" G" Stated Zach.
"I'd simp for Jacinda." Said a man with good tastes.
The Commissar of the Commissioned Commission of Commissioners to the Commissar of the Commission of Communist Communicating Commuting Commodities didn't like a coomering oomer, so he rapidly scratched the surface of George's face.
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(Congratulations to anyone who can read that.)
"Shit! I dropped my dignity in the rubbish bin!" Exclaimed your mohert.
Your mohert (authentic way of saying mother [parent that gives birth to child {usually female but in today's world who knows right?}]) was the son of an anti-Semitic islamophobic chud who previously worked as a dicksucker for the president of Kongo and a marxist-leninist prostitute who previously worked as an executioner executing fascist babies for cimes against Jewmanity.
Said prostitute met said chud in an underground grocery store that was also a rendezvous place for radical ethiopian feminists spearheading the undermining of a mine where the Acolytes of the Patriarchy held Lena Dunham captive for her blasphemous misandrist views.
Said chud on the other hoof was on a mission for the Patriarchy intent on committing a suicide attack on the feminist stronghold but the timely arrival of 400 illegal Mexican immigrants overrunning the grocery store raping the (wait for it) chud, instead of the feminists and the reason for that is that the Latin refugees were also LGBTQI+ activists who were gay and were overwhelmed by the sheer alpha male-ness of the chud. Said chud became pregnant after the incident, only to discover he's a she, but the bigger of the two surprises was that her sexual abuser was not a Mexican immigrant but the bolshevik cumslut.
And that, child, is how your mohert was born.
(I didn't create this,I would credit the creator, but because he's a two-faced lying bastard, he doesn't want credit.)
"Get wanked, you large facial hair!" Shouted a degraded Nationalist.
Author's note: I lack the motivation to stay on one stroy topic for that long, it took an extraordinary amount of self-control and effort to get a single chapter of this mess done, now I'm off to either disappear to a private literature, or hide in the dark depths of the MLP fandom.