For tonight, I toast the Great Cthulhu's lordship over the icthyarchy! I beg your pardon? You refuse to serve me? Then you had best obarmate against my imminent pugnastics by which I shall immediately and impudiciously pudify thee in his great and terrible name!
No, "obarmate" does not mean to ruin the country, so you Tea-Tards keep that word off your signs.
Besides, most of you are obarmated enough already!
Won't you please donate just a few minutes of your time, and save the words?
(Heh, heh! I've finally figured out how to use "Randal words"...)
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The site said 90% of everything we say is communicated by 7000 words. How very Orwellian Newspeak.
Lamentably no, my gastronomic rapacity knows no satiety.
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