don't you dare---no, don't you fucking dare---compare this smelly, boardroom-spawned sack of cartoon network shit to PaRappa the Motherfuckin' AWESOME Rapper, you fucking tasteless fellater of your own mother's plump, hairy dilsnick.
No, I'll eat no such thing! Why don't YOU go and murder your father and marry your mother. Then have sex with your mother nightly---hard or gentle, the choice is YOURS! Give her a pearl necklace now and again. Mommy likes that, right? Slap her ass . . . time for anal. Give Ma a good old choc'late cream pie. Mmmmm. Film your nasty acts of filial depravity. Put that hot, hot sex with Mater Carissima on the 'Net. Yeah. Jerk off to it while Mother's in the kitchen making brownies (thus rendering her moist maternal orifices unavailable for your oh-so-precocious little wee-wee's exploration)! Then . . then you should find out she's actually your mother! (Yes, yes! You REALLY didn't know! Tragic!) Now, you don't want to look at the stanky old world anymore 'cause you were looking at said world all the while you were banging and boofing and ploughing and splattering and licking and fingering and otherwise committing uncleanness your OWN FUCKING MOTHER fer chrissakes! So what do you do? You poke your own eyes out! Your OWN FUCKING EYES! Imagine that shit! And then you wonder around, blind as Ray Charles (but less non-motherfucking and, much to your dismay, less dead), with your now-impotent dick in your palsied hand (yeah, the horrible trauma of discovering you've been humping the very flesh-canal that spat you into the world has rendered you permanently limp . . . and given you the shakes, too--that and the meth, man), muttering, "I'm Oedipus Rex! I'm Oedipus Rex! I need money for meth! I'll suck your dick for a dollar! I'll swallow! I don't care! I'm Oedipus Rex!"
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Do you guys not get that this wacky-ass shit is part of the fun of 4-chan? When some crazy asshole writes something like fucked up crazy crazy crazy crazy stupid like that, he's just fuckin' around; he ain't genuinely trying to insult you. Let's all have fun! Everybody can write all the crazy-ass shit they want!
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Anonymous2008-06-13 4:23
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No, dawg. No. I TOTALLY meant that. And I don't believe in take-backsies. No, I meant every last bit of that Oedipus Rex shit when I wrote it, and I mean it today. Yeah. I'm just that hardcore. And if that fucker hasn't iced his daddy, fucked his momma and shanked his fucking eyeballs yet, I wanna know the reason why. Cause there can't be a good one. Now, if he's not gobbling crank for "p" yet---that's cool, cause these things take time. But I'm gonna be one disappointed little boy if I hear that other shit isn't transpiring yet. Cause I want it to transpire. With all my being. And I'm not kidding. I'm not wacky. And I sure as hell ain't here for fun. You got that, biatch? You fuck with me, you call me wacky one more fucking time, and I'll whip out my Tec 9 and wish the horrible fate of Iphigenia at Aulis upon your cracker ass!