Inglorious Impostor Presents: The Astonisher's Return

Elongated Schemes

A/N= Steve Buscemi (See-me?!). My apologies, just wanted to determine if his cigarette face rhymed with the title of another epic heist! WOOHOO! Yadda, pa-pow-dum, uhh... Shouldn't that be a social media website? Uggh, A$ap, more like 'get that teeth fixed ASAP', right? I mean, it looks like it's bleeding on the bottom thus signifying that that niggwah has gingivitis. "I'm funna show you my teeth and throw up gang signs and smoke pot (sorry, whites haha) weed and-and ruin what my heritage stands for (absolutely nothing) and supposedly make a name for myself," should be the caption of that photo. In addition, all the blame goes to Dogg for introducing this crap in the first place. What exactly is 'peaches n' cream' as a combination? (I don't blame 'em. Guess that's their comeback of an era ahem, s****, am I right?). All you should know America is that negroes (rappers. Obama's cool) are interested in one thing: dat ash. Giggity giggity, yadda [I extend my neck back and forth repeatedly as I say those words]. Wonder what black means in the Urban Dictionary? So there's this [bleep] who attempts to be smart in my class and she asks the most idiotic questions I have heard (excluding people like or according to complexion; iggers) regarding conduct and dress code. [Bleeping] bimbo. Can I say it? Alright. #!%*+ (good old-fashioned way) . Aargh! Ignorant broads like you and and that piece of scum along with the rest of the school. Ghetto white people, lemme just do this, SCREW YOU BEFORE I. Anyway, comment and like! Not difficult at all and let's get back to the yadda-revolving story of MINE! Infuriating I say. Pushy and bossy females specifically. I hate U! The year is circa 201 (yeah...).

By da way, I was checking out the demographics for my story and inaccurate statistics and the short-term memory of one founder of Wattpad to update its copyright, and according to, well let me start off with countries. People in both Australia (25%) and India (12.5%) have been reading/most likely viewing/taking short glances at my book and I'd just like to say I appreciate it and I want to introduce you in a more refined and proper manner; in other words, this is a book describing satirized America and how filthy and wretched it is, specifically two states as well... You know what? I plan on doing the whole freaking country so suck on that America with your screwed up and diverse history. As for gender, 50% female and like a third (can't be for sure but I suck at fractions) of males are reading my version of the pointless Bible. That is unacceptable. I mean I have no problem with it but it wasn't intended for feanals so as prevent the easily offendedness. Males, although rowdy and uhh... 'Enthusiastic' might get offended but uhh... That just depends on certain sensitive topics. Finally, as for ages, let's use our common sense and say (even though it's mentioned in the goddamp summary), it is intended for those with higher critical levels of thinking, yadda yadda yadda, and mature. So if you're 13 or younger and/or a [bleeping] idiot, let's be blunt, I'm okay if you comply with the aforementioned but once you've attained as much experience as Rob has, PM and I'll be more than happy to be morally obligated to elaborate from there.

The brothers from different vagmothers are practically walking dead with their flesh gradually, I guess, slipping away. But on the bright side, they are totally relaxed and sterile through sex and finally prepared to deliver an Ethiopian-like, human-trafficking experience/promotion . 'Sex: the Stone Age says it all!', said an intelligent Asian man none other the author who writes this crap. Let's be blunt just this once (haha, not!). Anyway, back to da story, umm... So McRib and Barbecue Chicken are fully rejuvenated, 'juiced out', 'grilled and invisible', 'ironed out but the iron was left on for too long', all the relaxation methods lengthily described in previous chapters have been abused to there fullest thus causing a drastic decline the world's population, Cinnamon was basically split into two back at the jacuzzi nightmare along with frequent 'drippings' if you uh know what I mean. Giggity.

So! [Holding a grudge against my audience by typing in an exclamation point] With Boob and Licker fully recovered, both physically and mentally, along with U having her downtown completely demolished after a big cannon ball launched into it and thus leaving a fiery abyss of semen. Everyone is joyous, all is well, no one hasn't aged a bit, Black looks like Terry Crews and as mentioned in previous impregnated chapters (fun word and I'm reviewing all of this b/c may end the book sooner than that thick head of yours thinks, so screw you!) beat the living daylight out of our crop Rob and getting both of their lives straight (at the prison well uhh... Yeah. Think about it and tell me how the setting impacted our two protagonists). With that being said, the trio lit 'Mellowness' and 'Stolen Byproduct' and puffed their way into the big one by entering that layout room of theirs theirs and acting as if though they're in a rush.