Everything YOU have ever written joins a club. My new novel joins the club, then facefucks everything YOU have ever written, and what's more, it likes it. YOUR ouevre takes the facefucking, then hangs around instead of running to the thesaurus to report abuse; mistreatment; Cher. It starts telling other people's ouevres what an artist my new novel is, and how it wasn't like that at all, that it was kind of Asking to get facefucked.
My new novel has a cellothief who runs a clan of lostboys with temporal shifting abilities, a little girl who is separated from her father by an earthquakebred canyon at age four- she is eight when the canyon ends and they touch again, a love story with a tacostand, a lack of chloroform, and a new way to masturbate involving castanets.
Also, a 30 pack of Tecate costs $38 in Sedona, AZ. Sandsucking cogtards.
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Okay... And did we drink this entire 30 pack before posting that comment?
Your novel better live up to this hype or my new screenplay is gonna kick your novel's ass. In fact, it might do it anyway 'cause it's gonna be awesome.
No, no, I got fat on free food and margaritas and climbed some rocks and swam.
Yo baby it's Slim. Make me up a margarita, I need ot take a swim.
Lay it down, Christopher.
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