Cramps? Noohoho. These can’t be cramps. This is the work of some third rate devil (the same sad force behind them Alshafuckwits probably) . Some pathetic parody of the real guy from one of Douglas Adam’s shadier alternate universes.
Last night, it watched my writing-mojo return shamefacedly to his post and said “Aha! The time is nigh to peel this woman’s womb apart sliver by sliver and launch little spinning razorbombs in there to mince things up a lil more, to bite large chunks out of it, chew and stitch them back with shards of glass.”
He said unto his minions, ” Let us annihilate her uterus with nerve-boggling pain so that she’ll be rendered unable to finish any of the blog posts/ articles/ life changing sheitz she was writing/ thinking of writing for a fortnight if we’re lucky. let us render her useless.”
Motherfucker forgets that i am THE ApeNYO and as such thrive on pain. I get off on it, goatoid. In Your face! *cringe-sob sob-cringe*