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code_geass2008-08-05 03:02 pm
spleener.livejournal.com) wrote in code_geass2008-08-05 03:02 pm
One of these days I'll contribute something more to this comm than just /a/ copypasta
THE FOLLOWING IS A SPECIAL MESSAGE FROM SHIRLEY FENETTE (REMEMBER HER? YEAH, I BET YOU DIDN'T, ASSHOLE)
Okay, I suppose I don't mind the fact that I was killed, because hey, shit happens, right? This is a show about terrorism. People WILL die, man of my word, etc. I don't even mind that the little timestop shota was the one who offed me, because he's already ten secret flavors of fucked up, and at this point 'Nunally' is basically Not-Ribbons' trigger word.
No, what really shits in my tea is the way my un-boyfriend, Lelouch, and his Commodore Of Cocksucking, Suzaku, wind up reacting. I get deep six'd thanks to Geass, so Lulu decides to blow the shit out of the organization that studies Geass. Lulu, darling, princess, we need to clearly distinguish between 'agent' and 'means.' Geass was the MEANS of setting up my hot date with the Grim Reaper. It wasn't the AGENT. Geass didn't wake up one morning with a raging hangover and say, "Shirley, that carrot-top cunt, I think I'm going to put her on the Killsville Express today." Your mop-topped dick holster with the URGE TO KILL RISING complex was the AGENT. If you want to vent your spleen at someone, he's not a bad door to open.
Meanwhile, Suzaku apparently decides that, hey, because Lelouch LOVES killing the fuck out of people who go to the school that he wastes shitass ridiculous amounts of time and effort protecting from harm, Lelouch must be my special murdering bastard! Armed with this steaming shitpile of deductive logic, he twirls and dances his fairy feet to Kallen, to see if she or her tits can prove him right with whatever knowledge they've managed to leech out of the cock that was shoved into them the night before.
Fuck, I'm almost kind of happy I managed to hurl myself clear of this flaming symphony of dicks. If you need me, I'll be chilling on Jupiter, ruminating on the ponderous philosophy of Clovis' cock as it applies to the universal dilemma of my anus.
(THIS MESSAGE HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY 4CHAN: WHERE PEDOPHILIA IS NOT CONSIDERED TO BE A DISGUSTING SEXUAL PERVERSION, BUT RATHER AN INSIDE JOKE)
Okay, I suppose I don't mind the fact that I was killed, because hey, shit happens, right? This is a show about terrorism. People WILL die, man of my word, etc. I don't even mind that the little timestop shota was the one who offed me, because he's already ten secret flavors of fucked up, and at this point 'Nunally' is basically Not-Ribbons' trigger word.
No, what really shits in my tea is the way my un-boyfriend, Lelouch, and his Commodore Of Cocksucking, Suzaku, wind up reacting. I get deep six'd thanks to Geass, so Lulu decides to blow the shit out of the organization that studies Geass. Lulu, darling, princess, we need to clearly distinguish between 'agent' and 'means.' Geass was the MEANS of setting up my hot date with the Grim Reaper. It wasn't the AGENT. Geass didn't wake up one morning with a raging hangover and say, "Shirley, that carrot-top cunt, I think I'm going to put her on the Killsville Express today." Your mop-topped dick holster with the URGE TO KILL RISING complex was the AGENT. If you want to vent your spleen at someone, he's not a bad door to open.
Meanwhile, Suzaku apparently decides that, hey, because Lelouch LOVES killing the fuck out of people who go to the school that he wastes shitass ridiculous amounts of time and effort protecting from harm, Lelouch must be my special murdering bastard! Armed with this steaming shitpile of deductive logic, he twirls and dances his fairy feet to Kallen, to see if she or her tits can prove him right with whatever knowledge they've managed to leech out of the cock that was shoved into them the night before.
Fuck, I'm almost kind of happy I managed to hurl myself clear of this flaming symphony of dicks. If you need me, I'll be chilling on Jupiter, ruminating on the ponderous philosophy of Clovis' cock as it applies to the universal dilemma of my anus.
(THIS MESSAGE HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY 4CHAN: WHERE PEDOPHILIA IS NOT CONSIDERED TO BE A DISGUSTING SEXUAL PERVERSION, BUT RATHER AN INSIDE JOKE)
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CHILLIN ON JUPITER!
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Please, never stop posting /a/ copypasta; it's one of the few reasons I still watch this comm.
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Cut for friends page courtesy anyway, though.
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There is nothing better than this post.
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EPIC LOL
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Not-Ribbons
WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO UNSEE.
Does that make Lelouch Not-Alejandro, because I think it most certainly does.
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Epicness...
Commodore of Cocksucking does seem to suit Suzaku pretty well.
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