The Sentence Game

Well, there's not much to be said about me. I'm probably the best thing to happen to Sentence Game since they hey-day of such illustrious figures as JanW and the BoS. And I'm fucking sexy, and the most modest being ever to be set on God's green earth. I'm extremely resourceful, so don't try to fuck with me. Fuck me if you please, though. I swear a lot, but that's because I have a lot of anger. Which I vent through cheap verbal attacks on fellow Sentence Gamers. I never take anything serious, except porn. I'm quite the mysterious figure, and little is known about me. Many people seem to think I'm a man, which suits me just fine.I could've written a lot more and better constructed crap on here, but it's late, and I like ranting. Which is why I preach death to the 255 word limit (and even moreso to the Facebook application, but that's another story). I've even started my own group against it, which has nothing to do with Sentence Game, but is just a little get together in which we shun communists, who are well-known to be the sources of all evil. Then again, a lot of things are the source of evil in my sick and twisted world vision. I also make too many references to the rape of children, and use anal or sex in pretty much every sentence I post here. So I fit right in, as even the clergy here has a mouth that requires repeated whippings with a bar of soap. I actually write very poorly, but I know I'm well-loved and appreciated. I'm not British either, which makes me a higher entity. I'm not even confined to the limits of British time, in short: I rule. But I don't like bragging about myself, it's arrogant, and it's just a facade I put on to prevent anymore brutal damage to my ego. Since JanW turned me down, my life has been spiralling downward. I've started drinking, drugs and watching ton upon ton of sleazy snuff movies featuring members of clergy and parliament. I'm going to stop right here, but really. Just. Fuck you.