Hey you stupid facks! You batsards! You surfs, you THE. Hey WAS, we are on the right track to riches here and anyone who can't see that can kiss my big double wide dumpster @s. That means YOU IS! You WAS.
You AS you WERE. All hale your load and mastor for I am your king and lard! I say we Forces Of Goodness are on the road to riches no mater how much we publicly hate and fester and puke illnesses! We are not angry like THE! We shall persaver and storm the bulkheads of ebay $41 under full cannon fire, with skant archers of loafs, and our victory will be sweat!
You hethins, you IS's, You THE. Fear us as we will live here until are bag is unheld! Bow unto us! Bow wow you pups! Knave you kneels! You Sedakis, you Youngs, you Neil Diamonds, which we are too unfey no mater what we say, so we would never own any! Gurls are yucky! But all cops, get into my mouth and spew into my belly now! For I am Sir Norman, not selling you insurance. All hale the Forces Of Light! All bow unto are migty power of living here hating every day! We rulle! Do not be distrakted by my tiny angry willie, nothing to see here folks. Move along. Move along. Nothing to see here.
You certainly seem to be angry and upset over nothing my imposter! Your imitation of me is almost sincere flattery except when your reveal the ugly, sick and disgusting parts of your warped and sullied upbringing. Still live with old Dad do you?