Top 10 reasons to hate WQ

Kudos for narrowing it down to ten. You have done what I could not.
 
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she's a racist bitch with an ugly prison tat
 
I made four threads like this yesterday. Then I ate the computer monitor by mistake. The pain in my stomach grew so great that I grabbed an eagle from the branch of a cajeput tree, pulled its mighty talons from its quivering body, then used them to perform maximally invasive surgery in my abdomen for purposes of extracting the inconvenient monitor.

As I was pulling the last of the shattered diodes from my gut, the rest of the bisected eagle became enraged at my treatment if it and began pecking at my entrails with anger and a frankly shitty attitude. To avenge its treatment of me, I yanked off one of my own ribs and began stabbing the rude bird in the throat. After the fourth or fifth such stab, I realized that I had punctured my own heart, which began spraying confetti and sawdust around the room. You can imagine my dismay. We just put a new rug in there! So I pulled the tendons from my own calves and used them to sew shut my weakening pump.

Crisis averted! Most of the stains were easily removed from the rug by a small goat that I conceived and birthed later that day for that very purpose. When it was done, I chopped off its head and legs and fitted its sturdy body with light-emitting diodes, thus creating a pleasingly contoured replacement monitor for the partially digested mess I'd taken from my midsection earlier.

Later tonight, I will cook spaghetti in a pot that I fashioned out of shaving cream and bravery.
 
I made four threads like this yesterday. Then I ate the computer monitor by mistake. The pain in my stomach grew so great that I grabbed an eagle from the branch of a cajeput tree, pulled its mighty talons from its quivering body, then used them to perform maximally invasive surgery in my abdomen for purposes of extracting the inconvenient monitor.

As I was pulling the last of the shattered diodes from my gut, the rest of the bisected eagle became enraged at my treatment if it and began pecking at my entrails with anger and a frankly shitty attitude. To avenge its treatment of me, I yanked off one of my own ribs and began stabbing the rude bird in the throat. After the fourth or fifth such stab, I realized that I had punctured my own heart, which began spraying confetti and sawdust around the room. You can imagine my dismay. We just put a new rug in there! So I pulled the tendons from my own calves and used them to sew shut my weakening pump.

Crisis averted! Most of the stains were easily removed from the rug by a small goat that I conceived and birthed later that day for that very purpose. When it was done, I chopped off its head and legs and fitted its sturdy body with light-emitting diodes, thus creating a pleasingly contoured replacement monitor for the partially digested mess I'd taken from my midsection earlier.

Later tonight, I will cook spaghetti in a pot that I fashioned out of shaving cream and bravery.


OCD! :eek:
 
I made four threads like this yesterday. Then I ate the computer monitor by mistake. The pain in my stomach grew so great that I grabbed an eagle from the branch of a cajeput tree, pulled its mighty talons from its quivering body, then used them to perform maximally invasive surgery in my abdomen for purposes of extracting the inconvenient monitor.

As I was pulling the last of the shattered diodes from my gut, the rest of the bisected eagle became enraged at my treatment if it and began pecking at my entrails with anger and a frankly shitty attitude. To avenge its treatment of me, I yanked off one of my own ribs and began stabbing the rude bird in the throat. After the fourth or fifth such stab, I realized that I had punctured my own heart, which began spraying confetti and sawdust around the room. You can imagine my dismay. We just put a new rug in there! So I pulled the tendons from my own calves and used them to sew shut my weakening pump.

Crisis averted! Most of the stains were easily removed from the rug by a small goat that I conceived and birthed later that day for that very purpose. When it was done, I chopped off its head and legs and fitted its sturdy body with light-emitting diodes, thus creating a pleasingly contoured replacement monitor for the partially digested mess I'd taken from my midsection earlier.

Later tonight, I will cook spaghetti in a pot that I fashioned out of shaving cream and bravery.

I hope your pirate husband makes it home safe. How was the funeral? Did you neglect your daughter and grandchild there too? A dingo ate your baby!
 
You people make me question everything. Morchy is an interesting individual, and I am glad for her contributions.
 
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