How dare you, Academia, try and take my own home-grown vernacular from me. Have you no shame? You faceless jackass bathing in your own liposuctioned waste, you fuckgiving bastard child of an alcoholic goat. You are the fatherless son of a liquor bottle’s wet dream, you should have been the misfired sperm drizzled across the walls of the bathroom closet by your blackout drunk of a father on Palm Sunday morning you cowardly scapegoat of a prick.
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