Hey everybody look!

The original fucking American Gladiator is back! It's about fucking time, your posse has been fucking looking all over the place for you.

Aw, you know I fucking love you, brother. Maybe. Well, not really. No.

A toast! A fucking brewski to the arrival of my big fucking brother!

*cracks bottle over a maia's head*

YOU.

I like you.

YOU ARE MY MAIA NOW.

Fucking muns. Had to fucking beat my fucking mun with a fucking knife to get her to fucking undelete my fucking journal, fuckers.

Oh fucking look, she's fucking twitching. Time to fucking finish the fucking job. Where's my fucking axe.

It would probably piss off the rest of Middle Earth to fucking say that I'm married already, wouldn't it?

;)

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O.O

Fucking o.o.

Motherfucking -_-.

And finally, fucking O_O.

WEDDING! ME AND NIENNA! WEDDING!

This coming fucking Friday. Those invited, fucking be there or I'll fucking crack bottles across your fucking foreheads.

The fucking population knows what I fucking abhor. That fucking coral hat.

But what does Ulmo like?

Fucking good question. Uno. Uno with Nienna.

;)

Fucking awwww. This makes so fucking not weepy. What's that in my eye? Spittle. Fucking spit. IT IS A FUCKING GOB OF SPIT.

Back before Olorin fucking fixed my face which was fucking UGLY AS FUCKING SIN BECAUSE FUCKING POPS HAD A FUCKING SICK SENSE OF FUCKING HUMOUR BY FUCKING MAKING EVERFUCKINGVALA (and EVERYFUCKINGMAIA) FUCKING AESTHETICALLY ( Read more... )

Oh fucking yeah, all of the RSVP guests are allowed to bring a date. Because... yeah. Gotta keep fucking company.

Back to fucking sleep.

*pops out of ocean and scares random elves*