Fuckin' shit, man.

Fë-fë's always fuckin' causin' shit, man. N'shit.

Fuckin' A.

Fuckin' shit, man, that was the longest fuckin' acid trip of my whole fuckin' life. And I'm a fuckin' elf, so that's fuckin' saying something!

Someone also fuckin' locked me in my lab. I don't know who the fuck it was though. Bastard.

((new mun!))

I can fuckin' assure the inhabitants of Arda that I would have never humoured this fuckin' individual if not for the... er... bikini.

Or forceful personality.

Or uh...

You fuckin' know what? I'm goin' to fuckin' shut up right fuckin' now. No more from me. NO MORE.

Last night was like, fuckin' weird. First, all of this shit happened, and then I was fuckin' tucked in bed with a fuckin' silk comforter and everything.

Like fuck, man.

I mean, I could live this aesthetic lifestyle like that fuckin' Vanyar noochie king or some shit guy, served up by a fat bitch, but I think I have a bit of a problem when Fëanor ( Read more... )

So it goes like this:

A fuckin' young couple came t' me with a problem. Like, they want t' have lots and lots of pretty young kids but not go through the fuckin' hassle of twelve months of pregnancy and fuckin' misery with the water breakin' and stretch marks and all that shit. So bein' the good samaritan I am (seein' that one of them is my grand- ( Read more... )

New mun an' shit.

Yo.

Eh?

What th'fuck?

Woah....

A fuckin' FOUR WEEK acid trip?! Shit, man.

Heh. It's good t'be the fuckin' king.

*wakes up on the couch ( Read more... )

*large explosion from chemical lab*

*Olwë staggers out*

Eh, shit.

*passes out*