Originally Posted by Surprised Anime Girls
I am so supremely confident in my abilities, and so thunderously calm + relaxed, that I will make a single irrelevant post at SOD then peace out for hours on end. I won't do anything villagery, I won't make any reads, I'll make 49 $%#!posts over the next 35 hours, then once EOD rolls around I'll make an unspecified number of additional $%#!posts. No cogent thought will escape these handsome lips. I will be illogical, haphazard, superfluous, inessential, pointless, redundant, uncalled for, unwarranted, unjustified, and gratuitous. The effen theorem will catch me with my pants betwixt my ankles. I'll vote off-wagon, talk about random nonsense, and make inappropriate japes concerning my relation to wolfchat. I am preemptively declaring any responses to this post "fair enough". I'll complain about a lack of WIM, the cause of which is nebuluous, obscure, and entirely insufficient. I will fabricate excuses and pretend I am busy to avoid posting in this thread, when in fact I will be watching cartoons and eating cheeto puffs in my underwear. More specifically, black boxer-briefs. You can't stop me. You can't mislynch me. You're powerless. I laugh in your face. I'm a villager, therefore I can do whatever the $%#! I want. Go cry in wolfchat, you big baby. While you're poring over the thread, searching for any clue at all to help you in the seer hunt, know that I am still watching those cartoons and eating those cheeto puffs, nary a care in the world. My armpits are bone dry. I'm a villager, what are you going to do about it? Nothing; you will do nothing about it, because that's all you can do. Ligma. What's ligma? Ligma balls.