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I am currently avoiding writing three more fucking pages about fucking Catherine the Great's fucking Nakaz about fucking judicial reform. Having written ten fucking pages about it already, I feel very strongly that it is time I get to indulge in my favorite of the underused FW spinoff comms. Entertain me, damnit. May it please the court, and if it doesn't I will passive-aggressively make comments about how the court forgot my birthday this year to remind the court what's what: The right honorable Vigilant E. Rodent, Esquire, accuses the parties of 1) Causing me to lose sleep staying up wondering whether 2) Totally copying my sound. Dude, you know you are. Poser. 3) Feeding my baby to a dingo, and then fucking the dingo. Yeah, that's right - I seen what you did there. I move that FW owes me a bottle of booze, front row seats when How do you plead? |
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