I’m smoking on that dried phoenix liver—my lungs are a 8last furnace, my aura is a 8iohazard that would put the Elephant Foot to shame. I stepped into the function and the DJ started speaking in tongues, some shit a8out if I 8rought the za, should never 8e a question when that fuckwit is talking to literally *him*. I don't need to know where to go in the function, I just follow the scent of tight wet nook, zaza, and expensive cologne and know exactly where my fucking crowd is. Gonna get there and start poppin 8ottles of liquid mercury until the sun goes down. Don't fuck with me, this shit ain't nothing to me man.
The meaning is clear, you are blaming the fact your hand is robotic for your typo.
You try typing with a ro8otic hand very fast, the inputs get a little wonky! >::::T Think I may need to get that fixed, not gonna lie—