So I was trolling around the SC forums and I stumbled across a response that stopped me in my tracks. I spent far too long reading and re-reading it, slowly growing to appreciate it's beauty. You see, for me, reading this particular bit of prose vividly brings back those times where I had just one beer too many (read: many beers too many). So without further ado, I present the works of a user named Genesis (handle name "Lorenki") on the SC forums...
The post can be found (HERE).Genesis/Lorenki said:Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me, (with big yawning)
As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morning
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!