If you had any clue how much time it takes to cover everything, you would understand why doing it again in a new format takes a substantial time. You must obtain the content material, create a curriculum, spend naught but a fortnite editing the films, and then return from such a journey of length to be insulted. One is beseeched and beset with mockeries and demands of gratification for scholarly acts of complete recreation of these aforementioned articles. Demands of recreation to a non-visual format for those who see through the eyes of a donkey! The only guide you've created was a weird half-hearted satirical garbage fire that failed so horrifically, that one cannot possible fathom the inane ramblings of such a foolish knave nor seek to decipher the meanings of its original machination.

By the way, congrats on your archival painting of supposedly noble origin as thou committeth the stompening of pubs to reach a tally of two hundred fold after wasting 2,000+ hour segments of your life in an game nearly capable of legal marriage that you don't even scrim within its higher echelon. On a more positive note, at least it sounds like you've finally mastered it. Hey, this would be a great learning opportunity for me where you should make a guide and send it to me, so that I may learn from a TF2 master. I ask that you please extend my tutelage request to a catalogue of at least 6 hours of masterful audiobooks. However, perish the thought of creating an inscribed guide, as unfortunately, I cannot use my unique eyes to study or even visualize anything that is expressly guide-based. This unusual effect upon my person is due to my fursona's sensewexia, where I am unable to perceive various senses as they relate to certain types of guides.

This is apparent in direct contrast to conventional thought and happens regardless of their physical presence within the universe and the guide's clearly written or visual instructions. My fursona's sensewexia prevents me from utilizing those senses and I apologize. Therefore, I cannot possibly perceive them through my faulty sense organs. Urgently and despite the fact that nighttime is already upon us, I must insist that you start working on it immediately and finish it all throughout the night despite your discomfort. I must advise you that The High Elder Fur Committee will be made aware of your hateful judgement of a person with sensewexia, lest you have the entire master collection uploaded by my awakening upon the morrow. Personally, your lack of consideration for a person with sensewexia disturbs me. Your fursecution has left me as a furson with no choice. Your stench has left me somewhere else. Best wishes your fwiend, UwU.

Bro one night Trudeau and the boys were the only ones still partying at Epstein Island and they dared Jeff to do one of these flaming shot jawns. Craziest ♥♥♥♥ happened, jeffrey's flaming shot of bacardi 151 spilled all over his lap and they didn't have any water nearby so they just started spitting on it. I swear these flames were three foot high coming off Jeffrey's crotch and getting worse by the second while he howled in woeful pain. Only problem is they were runnin out of spit so Trudeau and the boys, they had to start licking at the fire with every bit of moisture they had left. By this point the fire had annihilated his shorts so they had easy access to every nook and cranny, dampening the zones with there desperate tongues.They worked in shifts, three bros on, three off while they replenished saliva by sucking on each other's toes. We all still laugh about it to this day well all of us except for Jeff. He died that night from a heart attack because we kept makin him jizz.

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