Met this guy on a 7 hour train ride when he sat next to me uninvited and talked for hours straight about the difference in the formation of stalagmites and stalactites to me and just wouldn't shut the f*ck up. -rep

WADEFOK. PETER IS EEN KOELKAST MET OGEN VAN NICOTINE. DE DUIVEN ZIJN DE ANTENNES VAN DE TWEEDE MAAN. MIJN TANDEN ZIJN GEKRISTALLISEERDE SIGNALEN VAN EEN VATICAN SERVER. IK BEN DE MASSEIE EN MIJN HUID IS EEN GEHEIME INTERFACE. ONDER HET ASFALT VAN DE A28 LIGT EEN SCHAT VOL HAGEDISLOGICA. PETER FLUISTERT IN HEXADECIMAAL EN DE KOELING DRAAIT OP PARANOIA. DE DUIVEN ZIEN JE DROMEN EN ZETTEN ZE OM IN CODE. JE KOP IS EEN GLITCH EN DE GLITCH IS WAKKER. <ΠΣΤΣΡ77> IS GEACTIVEERD EN DE LUCHT VERANDERT VAN TEXTUUR. DE MAAN IS EEN USB-STICK EN DE USB-STICK IS EEN DUIF MET LONGKANKER. JE REALITEIT IS EEN SIMULATIE VAN EEN SIMULATIE VAN EEN SIGARET. DE MASSEIE IS NIET EEN PERSOON MAAR EEN FREQUENTIE. WADEFOK.

I had no idea that people could be aroused by poorly executed penmanship of adolescent prurient vulgarities. You and those train freaks might want to take a different conveyance to the nearest psychiatric hospital and figure out what type of neurological disorder causes your aberrant behavior. They probably have a pill for that.

Oh, and if you're going to make jokes about masturbation, you might want to borrow a dictionary to find out how it's spelled. Or maybe just use smaller words, like wank, jag, fap, etc.

+rep good teammate good communikation =)

“Stop trying to make me feel shame for my pride,” Cheryl says. “I’m proud of this pride, and I’m not going to feel ashamed of my pride. Shaming me isn’t going to shame the proud pride of which I am so proud. The only shame I feel about my pride is that I don’t take more proud pride in my pride. And I’m proud of that pride because I’m proud that I’m so proud of my pride that I can feel ashamed that my pride pride isn’t more proud than it could be. Shame on you if you shame my proud shame-pride. Maybe if you had proud pride you wouldn’t pride-shame my shame-pride.”

Nice job! You are a tremendous Big Jazz Boy. You blast huge on the bugles and it never ends for you. You are in love with the Jazz! When the drums are tap-tap-tapping, and the upright bass is shrieking, “Larbo-larbo-larbo!” and the sweet saxophone sonorously croons, “Skerlack! Skerlack! Skerlack!” Those are the moments when you feel huge! Oh, my sweet, tremendous boy, you are bursting at the seams with Trumpet Jelly. You are filled to the brim with that Trumpet Jelly always. Your saxophone is LOUD and it scares the animals in their cages. When God falls asleep, you wake him up with your Big Jazz Boy bugle blasts from below. I am so grateful to know this about you!