Ouugh.., I'm About To Just...OUGHH...Lose My Littel Crumb-Fill'd Mind...Going To Go Öff-The-Shît's, Absólutely Foûking Bonker's. BoughHoughHoughHöoooòuuuuggggghh...
Ough.
For The Recòrd, Thère Are Two Thíng's Stopping Me From Going Apsolutely Bersèrk:
One(1): I Am Jost A Littel Boy.
Two(2): I Am Jost A Littel Guy.
I Got The Two Braíncell Scumby Stâre, Dandeliòn Soft'Ness, And A Tintsy-Tintsy Littel Nose For Sníffinge Up All Of The Morsel's.
OUGH...I'm Feelinge Pisd't Off Agâin...Jost A Little Guy Whom Is Also A Twist'd Fr*cking Cyclepath...
I'm Damáge'd. Do Not Even Tryinge To UndersTand My Pain. You Will Nèver Know Whot It's Like To Bè Me. Oughe,