Inglorious Impostor Presents: The Astonisher's Return

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Men at Work (hah! Taylor Swift's 80s album. Banjo-playing, mini-skirt wearing, faking respect to West, from ugly to "Hot damn!" Gay Mars if yah know what dis mon means. Please don't reiterate any profanity used in the book. On second thought, I should seriously consider revising my book. No siree Bob! Yeet as you'd, [sighs] once again prefer). NWA, err... That may require a desperate/separate chapter in order to define what it truly means and the power and glory it withholds. Anyway, similar to the chapter "Aihh," I'm just gonna let you kids ( don't call other people that if they pertain to your age group or if they're younger and you're as immature as they are. Hate when people repeat thing when in fact, they shouldn't) be and enjoy the taste of the 80s-90s; don't even know anymore. By entering into the past, I'm not only preventing a reboot of Quantum Leap but I'm teaching you what the concept of this song is: someone barging in your door late at night. "Who you gonna call¿ Ghostbusters!" That's right my fellah [claps on back, grins and turns into the mean and lean Apollo Creed played by Carl Weathers]. Hey you gotta admit, it's better than the crap "artists" these days produce through methane ( it's possible: through theology that is). Think of it as a replacement and something new and unique, similar to our fellow characters that I shall not name. Why? NWA's on the lookout, along with our government as a whole cheeseburger ( for you fat kids. I'm not ignorant. Screw you!) in which many people fear, in reference to a recent survey. Funny, people use government very broadly. Who they refer to? I'm just gonna end this chapter with a quote so you can listen to this amazing tune that is only available on the website because it was made by what I like to call, "the crackers". Ahem, back to the quote, not crackers/Brits/pricks. "I DONT CARE ANYMO-WHOA-WHOA-WHOA!!!!!!" Said Phil Collins, a crack-headed freak from the 70s, or so I've heard on Vice City's rock radio ( it's a reference, but that's for you to figure out). Oh yeah, my 40th chapter. WOOHOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm gonna go sling dope and throw up gang signs aimed towards my black friends ( yes, I have colored friends. Like me, I'm the color of wood and 1/2 is the color of burnt charcoal found at your local AWOL-MART.) Yeah Phil Collins! I finally get you... And the euphoria you brought along with it! Yeah! Whoopi Goldberg. Aiih. My niggwahz ( defined in a previous chapter; I got terrible memory, said terrible like Cleveland Brown), quick shout out, turnip ( turnup¿¡)! Yeah, for my brothaz in Vietcong and Camboodia. Hee hee. Ahh, shouldn't have mentioned that. What a disgraceful shame.

Men at Work. Enjoy and don't let these punks judge you because they're probably low-lives looking for a sob story. GTHOOH, am I right? Yeah, giggity. ITS GDFR, said a black guy from Florida. Lol, I'm right. Furthermore, enjoy and most important of all, experience the euphoria ( intense happiness) and get jiffy and edgy and "high wit mah baby... YAHHH!" 40 chapters! Another celebration from a crappy audiences! Screw you!! I pretty cover that in the chapter titled as the same blunt object.

Anyway, before I dismiss class, let's discuss the VMAs real quick. First off, I'm funna start by sayin this, aiih. That's gonna be my new catchphrase. MTV used to be an awesome channel until all the crappy teenage dramas and pointless award shows came out. Christ, the garbage on the airwaves. Our future, right? Back to the VMAs ( crossing border lines all the while whilst smoking medicinal marijuana to cure my mental illnesses. One being Negritous and shortmexwomen= no height growth), ahem, 😂😂😂💩💩💩✋🏿👐🏿🔫💰🏃🏿😭👌🌱. Kanye, with the original 3 minute speech which somehow turned into a 13 minute lecture. Not only is he running for president but he talks about the most irrelevant things. Niggas, right? Hello NSA. Please don't apprehend me for false accusations that were clearly aimed at the uhh... Dumpster kids up in Mexico due to them flunking at the beginning of adolescence¿ Apologizing at such a late time, saying "boi" a lot because he probably got that from his owner, the audience ( either dickheads, idiots or out of fear) cheering the douche, sharing his life stories all of a sudden, his slut of a wife revealing a substantial/surplus amount of boobs ( which admittedly, we all would do stuff with. Ahem, KKK & Ray-J, hey I spitted some bars), 60,000,000 people at a baseball stadium ( the negro one) booing him until his self-esteem completely diminished and all is well, finally this poor bastard announces that he's running for president. Why? Let's leave it at that.

This reminds me of your face when you smell a fart. Why¿ DONALD TRUMP IN THE HOUSE!!! That's the underlying connection folks! Both are outright dicks. You know what, Jimmy Kimmel explains this crap, tbh, way better than I do. Therefore, heads up class! I will post a separate chapter consisting of the aforementioned video. Lastly, big-boobed, Anaconda porn star ( not Jaylo), Minaj called the hose in my backyard ( hah, you thought! Said a [bleeping] retard) Cyrus a Voldemort. I guess she deserves it 'cause she was kinda acting like a slut. GDFR. I mean, whatever happened to local celebrity/pop star Hanna Montana? Instead, we get cumshots and a POV video with a music video heavily implying a ball doing something. What's the word?

Rated R for the mentioning of the following: Kanye West, Donald Trump, the VMAs, Flo-Rida, and NWA ( which, back in the day, teenagers most likely hid their albums from their parents. Concealed: Charc's Fortune. Read it!)!?!!!!!!¡¿