Reported.
You have violated the Spammers Beware rules. Prepare to face your destiny.
You personally have offended my monkeys, causing them to go berserk. Not like in a fling of rage, but rather furiously masturbating with a carrot juicer while sing "Livin La Vida Loca" in Russian. They built a model train network throughout the neighborhood to develop feminine products on demand. They dug up Jimmy Hoffa, painted him up as a clown, and sent him to the Westboro Chuch, sans pants.
See what I'm getting at. Yes, no where very fast. So fast that I traveled back in time and currently playing the bongos using only sporks and your mom's butt. Your father watched, all the while yelling "Bring me more raspberry toothpaste!" No, I don't know, either.
I demand you repent through sphincter monitoring. A panel of 5 Nobel Laureates shall take measurements while you are subject to: ferret in your pants, you watching a hermaphrodite riding a 3 legged horse, and you getting a lap dance from C-3PO. Any sphincter variance will cause an immediate Tazer shot to the genital combined with a spray of Calvin Klein's new perfume to be sprayed into your eyes.
Don't come back, we don't like spammers.
