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| rdfs:comment | - Okay, first of all, these guys are wrong. They're just FUCKing wrong. It's like Michael Jackson doing it with Abraham Lincoln. With your mom. In a hot tub. That's how wrong they are. These fucking idiots don't even know their right buttock from their left toe. They think that Mr. T is a car salesman. WHAT THE HELL! Seriously. A Tillavian Pomango is not a potato. It's not a god damn mango either. It's certainly not something that you get in a restaurant when the waiter misreads your order. Dipshits. It just amazes me at the lack of intelligence that people have these days. I walked down the street and asked people if they had any idea what a Tillavian Pomango is. They all said no. One of them tried to hit me with a cattle prod. Damn, here's a sad thing. I talked to God the other day. Yeah,
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| abstract | - Okay, first of all, these guys are wrong. They're just FUCKing wrong. It's like Michael Jackson doing it with Abraham Lincoln. With your mom. In a hot tub. That's how wrong they are. These fucking idiots don't even know their right buttock from their left toe. They think that Mr. T is a car salesman. WHAT THE HELL! Seriously. A Tillavian Pomango is not a potato. It's not a god damn mango either. It's certainly not something that you get in a restaurant when the waiter misreads your order. Dipshits. It just amazes me at the lack of intelligence that people have these days. I walked down the street and asked people if they had any idea what a Tillavian Pomango is. They all said no. One of them tried to hit me with a cattle prod. Damn, here's a sad thing. I talked to God the other day. Yeah, he and I are homeys. The conversation went like this:
* Me: Yo dude.
* God: Can I help you?
* Me: Do you know anything about Tillavian Pomangos?
* God: I don't understand your street slang, my Child.
* Me: Uh...
* God: Could you ever be certain? How often?
* Me: Huh? You're not making any sense.
* God: What? Was I supposed to make sense? I didn't know that.
* Me: Srsly.
* God: Who is your favorite Science Fiction author?
* Me: Fuck you. Yeah. Even God doesn't know what a Tillavian Pomango is. This guy is the ruler of the universe? Next election I'm voting for Chuck Norris. Now there's a man with a lot of balls. I'll bet you don't know what a Tillavian Pomango is either. Dipshit. That's why I'm writing this article. To educate fucking idiots like you. Yes, you. In the shirt.
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