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This takes me back to when I was 17... wait, but I'm 17!

Garbage, I take a bath every day... the only stinky and ridiculous thing is you and your name which suits you perfectly.

Said by you, a great illiterate, it might sound like a ridiculous paradox...

Of course, it's incomprehensible to you: you are illiterate...

Implying that, from how I see you mounted and megalomaniacal, I suppose you consider yourself a person of supreme intelligence, at this point it can be inferred that for your tastes even a brain-dead diabetic hamster could be defined as intellectually normal. Let's assume that Joe Polpetta is human (he is able to write using a computer keyboard), and therefore at several stages of evolution above the species mus cricetis. Joe thus belongs to the group of beings that you define as normodotati, and is therefore deserving of your good wishes. Congratulations Joe, you've acquired a new type of intimate-genital soap: the wishes of Mr. Shit (who, by the way, you now point out has a name that perfectly reflects his "personality": Mr. Shit! Heartfelt congratulations, a genius!).
To recap: if Mr. Shit is intelligent, so is a brain-dead diabetic hamster. Since Joe Polpetta is a man, he is significantly intellectually superior to a hamster, therefore he is intelligent, and far more than "Mr. Shit." I hope I have been clear.
A greeting to those who care about me.

No, this doesn't have a confidential tone... I'll take care of writing the poems in my "Cogitum de perfecto."

No, this doesn't have a confidential tone... I'll take care of writing the poems in my "Cogitum de perfecto."

BUT above all, wouldn't it have been better if your father had taken care of his sexual satisfaction instead of conceiving you, that fateful day, a handjob...

BUT above all, wouldn't it have been better if your father had taken care of his sexual satisfaction instead of conceiving you, that fateful day, a handjob...

How nice... if nice is a hedgehog stuck in an anal opening...