FUCKING HELL RAGE DIE EXPLODE IMPLODE KILL TINY FURRY LITTLE ANIMALS FUCKKKKKKKKKK… WORD-FUCKING-PRESS DIDN’T SAVE MY LAST POST WHICH TOOK ME 5 FUCKING MINUTES TO TYPE OUT…GAHHHHHh URGH.. WILL TRY TO RETYPE IT… NOOOOooooOOOOooooOOOO mmmm echoeyyyyyyy
Sooooo as I was saying, at 1 am, had one fucking intimate hour with a girl named chemistry… heheheh touched her all over, carressed her pages— damn,….. she wasn’t a girl was she…. noooo… she lieddd!!! Gahhh. When she told me about benzene rings, and activating benzene rings with eletron donating electrophiles, when she told me about mechanisms and aarows pointing the right way, was it all but a lie? FUCK YOU CHEMISTRY! How could you. I TRUSTED YOU *WHIMPER* I thought you loved me… Intimate moments like that get me. Does it get you? HAHAHAH
So yes, at 2 am, started talking to some friends, over the inter-web, and I thought of something no one could ever conceivably think of. Their own comic book character!!! WOAH AZNGEEK I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES *screams a non-existential fan girl who loves the Azngeek* Soooooo to have a comic book character I’d need a plot, a trademark phrase, etc. right? So I brainstormed for a micro second, and thought of one. Supercalifragilisticexbeeolliedocious MAN… shit, didn’t mean to be all sexist and all, arghhh stop prodding me with that dirty disgusting stick…. FINE. Supercalifragilisticexbeeolliedocious Thing.. it’s not sexist day today… I know.. Sunday is a day of rest…. so yes…. Supercalifragilisticexbeeolliedocious Thing…
How was he, she… IT? YES IT. HOW WAS IT BORN TO THE WORLD… As a child, IT watched many many, actually countless hours X 10 of Marry Poppin(I have subliminal messages for adults to kill themselves Poppins, one and the same) with his parents… but one day… at the tender age of 45… his parents took their own lives… for those countless hours of Marry Damning Poppins had drove them to the edge of a cliff (marry poppins actually murdered them?) I mean, brink of insanity… So they took the easy way out and killed themselves… (I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the bankruptcy, or their dog being run over, TWICE, OR their house burning down. It was ALL mary poppin’s fault… they killed them the bitch!) Leaving poor poor urm… Jack!( HAH! Got you, it can be a girl OR a BOY. WHAHHA i’m not sexist. Jack is urm UNISEX…. shutupnow) So from then on Jack vowed to fight all that was unjust and became Supercalifragilisticexbeeolliedocious Thing!!!111Thing!!!111… It was an upright-grandmother-helping-cat-stuck-in-a-tree-saving kinda superhero, who wore tights that were so tight, he was blue from the lack of oxygen reaching his head. The best superhero conceivably possible. SO that’s the plot. The birth of Supercalifragilisticexbeeolliedocious Thing. *pow* *bam* *whoosh* *kapow* *crack* *klang*! To the bat cav- I mean fag cav-.. damn.. I mean Supercalifragilisticexbeeolliedocious closet!
So yes, now he needs a trademark phrase… Mmmm wolverine has “Are you feeling lucky bub?” The thing, ” It’s clobbering time” and Gokou “kamehameha your ass” (not so sure about the ass part…) sooo Supercalifragilisticexbeeolliedocious must have one as well. So after 0.0000001 seconds of thought… I figured, seeing how I’m so damn creative… I’d come up with the best trademark catch phrase conceivable to man which would have little boys who play barbie dolls reconsider their idiocy… SO HERE WE GOOOO READY? ONE-TWO-… TREE! “Supercalifragilisticexbeeolliedocious, villains!” FUCK YEA!!! OMG! *more screams of fan girls asking to have the azngeek’s babies*… man the creative juices are flowing tonihgt/this morning aren’t they? HAHAHA…..
Now moving towards the arch-nemesis…T-O B-E C-O-N-T-I-N-U-E-D
I BET YOU WEREN’T EXPECTING THAT AHHAHA MORONS! Well like any good comic book character, they need to head towards the silver screen, have a sequel and all that jazz. So I figured why not start from young. From the drawing board… ahhah there you go. Supercalifragilisticexbeeolliedocious already has a To Be FREAGIN CONTINUED! WOOOT!
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