>>511445111 check
yeah, and that kind of incident is funny the first couple hundred times. after you realize it's never going to improve, then you start questioning where hell ends and earth begins

>>510463870
HARK! NURGLE! HARK! bellow! bid our father the plague lord rise from the depths, full foul in his fury, brown waves teeming with loo foam to smother this young timmy with pungent slime, TO CHOKE YE, infecting your organs til ye turn black and bloated with bacteria, and can redeem no more! only when HE, crowned in a coil of feces with wild gang-rapin' eyes and swollen goiters, take up his fell befouled armpit: his untold miasma reeks ganges-like in the tempest and plunges right through your nostrils, BURSTING YE! a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloddy bich basterd now, and nothing for the toilet witches and the souls of dead scammers to stalk and grope and harrass--- only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite pajeets of the dread subcontinent itself! forgotten to any man, to any time! forgotten to any god or devil! forgotten even to the loo--- for any stuff or part of timmy, even any scantling of your soul, is timmy no more--- but is now, itself, the loo!

HARK! NURGLE! HARK! bellow! bid our father the plague lord rise from the depths, full foul in his fury, brown waves teeming with loo foam to smother this young timmy with pungent slime, TO CHOKE YE, infecting your organs til ye turn black and bloated with bacteria, and can redeem no more! only when HE, crowned in a coil of feces with wild gang-rapin' eyes and swollen goiters, take up his fell befouled armpit: his untold miasma reeks ganges-like in the tempest and plunges right through your nostrils, BURSTING YE! a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloddy bich basterd now, and nothing for the toilet witches and the souls of dead scammers to stalk and grope and harrass--- only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite pajeets of the dread subcontinent itself! forgotten to any man, to any time! forgotten to any god or devil! forgotten even to the loo--- for any stuff or part of timmy, even any scantling of your soul, is timmy no more--- but is now, itself, the loo!

HARK! NURGLE! HARK! bellow! bid our father the plague lord rise from the depths, full foul in his fury, brown waves teeming with loo foam to smother this young timmy with pungent slime, TO CHOKE YE, infecting your organs til ye turn black and bloated with bacteria, and can redeem no more! only when HE, crowned in a coil of feces with wild gang-rapin' eyes and swollen goiters, take up his fell befouled armpit: his untold miasma reeks ganges-like in the tempest and plunges right through your nostrils, BURSTING YE! a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloddy bich basterd now, and nothing for the toilet witches and the souls of dead scammers to stalk and grope and harrass--- only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite pajeets of the dread subcontinent itself! forgotten to any man, to any time! forgotten to any god or devil! forgotten even to the loo--- for any stuff or part of timmy, even any scantling of your soul, is timmy no more--- but is now, itself, the loo!