SO, ANOTHER UNRELATED CHAT CLIENT IS DOWN. PICTURE: A WHOOP OF INORDINATE SIZE. AS IF THAT WOULD SOMEHOW PUT A DAMPER ON MY NIGHT. AS IF THAT WOULD HINDER ME IN THE LEAST FROM TRANSMITTING EVERY SEARING, THOUSAND-DEGREE THOUGHT FROM ZAPPING ITS WAY TO EVERYONE WHO MATTERS ENOUGH TO HEAR IT. THE ASSCLOWNS I'M TALKING TO HERE KNOW WHO THEY ARE. THEY KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT FROM ME. AND IF YOU THINK THAT BEING RELEGATED TO THIS SOLE PLATFORM, THIS SOLE MEANS OF COMMUNICATION — NAY, THE SOLE CORPOREAL *FLESH* IN WHICH MY GANDERBULBS ROLL LIKE FUCKING BIWINGED TRANSPORT TUBE TURBINES — HINDERS ME IN THE FUCKING *LEAST* FROM GETTING MY POINT ACROSS TO YOU SHOUTGASH-BREATHING TURD ROCKETS WITHOUT NEEDING TO RESORT TO SOME KIND OF COMPLETE BREAK OF MY CHARACTER, THEN YOU'D BETTER SLATHER YOUR OILY CARCASS WITH ALL THE ICY-HOT YOU CAN GET YOUR GRUBBY PRONGS ON. BECAUSE YOU ARE *SORELY* MISTAKEN. READ MY FUCKING LIPS, CHITTR. AND READ BETWEEN THE LINES. THOSE OF YOU WITH BASELINE *LITERACY,* ANYWAY. THE REST OF YOU DROOLING SHIT-FOR-SPONGES PROBABLY DON'T EVEN LOOK AT MY CHITTS IN THE FIRST PLACE BECAUSE I DON'T ATTACH BLURRY BULGE PICTURES TO EVERY POST. LIKE YOU NEED PICTURES IN YOUR CUPETIME STORY, OR ELSE YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND IT.
PLEASE, BY ALL MEANS, LOWER YOUR BLOOD PRESSURE IMMEDIATELY. PERFORATE YOUR EVERY PUSHER VALVE WITH A SCREWDRIVER UNTIL THE EXCESSIVE LIQUID LEAKS OUT OF YOUR GAG-INDUCING CARCASS AND ONTO THE GREASE-STAINED FLOOR YOU DRAG YOURSELF AROUND ON. OR JUST SEE A MEDICULLER ABOUT IT. EAT LESS SODIUM, I DON'T KNOW.