Dear Penguin, You Better Not Get Me Banned
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(Startled note from author approx 5 hours after publishing — Wait, does that penguin have a willy? Hmm. Too lazy to change it now.)
In response to a request by the Penguin to let them have it with the insults, I penned a few words.
But my response refuses to publish itself. Every time I hit publish in the comment section, tumbleweeds whirl past, crickets chirp, a vague wind blows around my nether regions and bugger all else happens.
It seems that Tedium have finally decided to put a stop to my shitfuckery and remove the wheels altogether from my little red wagon. It’s actually quite a nice lesson in why we can’t censor comments based on the nasty sweary words contained within.
So I’m writing this as a story individually and will link to it in your comments.
If this is the final straw that gets me booted Penguin, I will not be best pleased.
Original comment reads:
Dear Penguin, I’m afraid I am at a loss, I generally only insult people - or birds - I don’t like. I do have a shocking temper however, so if you manage to anger me I might come up with something along the lines of you pustulent, maggoty fuckbucket of a whoreson whose mother should never have graced the earth with her meaty flapped shitwittery; your syphilitic gibbering cuntfuckery and mealy mouthed meanderings should have remained a mere cumstain on your father’s filthy sheets.
Went too far with the filthy sheets, methinks.
PS, is it your birthday?
PPS, for those wondering about the name change…
