Party Hard+Some random gay shiz

“Oh yeah, mph, yeah.” Said Spike has he vigorously jerked his spiky one incher. No matter how much he tugged, fucked and chopped his dick, he couldn’t cum everywhere.
“CUT!” shouted Money Shot, the porn director. “Spike, what’s taking so long you slimy cock munching dragon Jew?”
“Shut up nigger I can’t cum.” Replied Spike, his retarded long retard tongue pulling shit snot from his nose as he fingers his stretched anus.
“WTF you noob why not just hack omg.” Said the autistic porn director.
“Because last time I got hacked by Celestia.” Said Spike, then suddenly Celestia came along and slapped her man meat everywhere.
“Good you learnt your lesson Spike, why not just make fake cum with milk, sugar and egg?” Then she disappeared like the godmodding whore she is.
“WOW, that’s a great idea Princess Suckmycock!” Then they made fake cum so Spike could, but could not cum on Rarity’s face. Rarity was sad about it but who the fuck cares.
“Okay I’ll go make fake cum.” Said Money Shot the director, then he waddled off on his fuck fucking stumpy legs. After a while he came back smashing his cunty face into the sugary cum mix. “Okay I’m autistic now.” Said the director thirty times.
“Okay let me jam the cum down my spiky midget cock.” Said Spike, then he jammed the fake sugar cumshit down his spiky midget cock, performing autofellatio. He positioned himself above Rariwhore and his cock was at her drooling rabies mouth. He proceeded to falsely yet enthusiasticly jerk his autistic penis. After a while of slapping his meat, he begun to piss everywhere, making the cum go everywhere on Rarity’s face.
“FUCK! I mean, CUT!” Said the nigger director, now Ludacris, who was sucking his own shit-looking black cock.
“What the fuck is the matter now you useless nigger?” Spike asked.
“The fucking cum looks fake as shit and it’s like thick or somefuck.” Said Niggacris.
“Fuck you faggot now I’m going to get Jewish maggots in my dumb cock.” Said Spike like a fucking complaining dumb shit. Rarity was still looking up at Spike with rabies pouring out of her mouth and squished up anus and nostrils. Fucking whores these days. Stephanie then came along and was all like.
“Fuck you dumb cunts don’t know how to make fake cum, let me show you, you dumb faggots.” Then she began singing.

All you have to do is take some cum
Then cum it all around.
Then take some sugar and milk
And then pull out your dick and fuck an elk.
Then when you mix it together
You fuck me in my nether.
And you get some eggs
You suck my pegs.
Then you mix it all up in one big bowl
And make my pussy a great big hole!

Then all these fat fucking naked Americans started clapping their fucking fat arse greasy hands together like autistic faggots and eating 50 big macs each like all the fat americans they are Then a fucking bald eagle flew past and Bill Clinton was all like.
“fuck fuck fuck.” While slapping his cock on his own face. After that they had the perfect fake cum. I also need like 460 more words before I can submit this shit ugh. They keep mixing the cum and whatever before it was the perfect batch of cumcakes. They then started jamming the cum into Spikes dick like fuck fuck fuck man and suddenly his dick exploded from the amount of fake cum in his tiny dick.
“Fuck man what the fuck I mean fuck and shit and fuck shit and fuck my dick man.” Said Spike in a frustrated nigger.
“You swine. You vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum and I wish you would go away. You're a putrescence mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformation. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?” Replied the fucking nigger autistic cock munching foetus fucking director. Spike glared in fuckshit anus.
“What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.” And then Rarity was still fucking having a fit on the ground. The director, Ludacris, gave up and anal raped Spike before shoving the perfect fake cum into his dick. Spike then pushed and pushed until the cum went all over Rarity’s hair. Rarity proceeded to cry and complain about sugar in her hair.
“Fuck you guys, I’m going to have a shower.” She then got up and pushed Spike into a prolapsing anus and walked off into a shower of semen, still crying.
“What a fucking whore, what the fuck did you walk off for? You’re more autistic than a dead hamster fucking a mutated giant rat you retard kike fuck nigger shit piss cock ass prolapsing prostate penis pulsing plumb picking cunt foetus shit fag.” said the random gay homeless stallion. Rarity then turned around and said.
“If you aren't an idiot, you made a world-class effort at simulating one. Try to edit your speaking of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to listeners, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.
You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.
And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper.
On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your speech has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh.
The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of what you said because, well... it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never listened to you. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.
P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystopic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, clueless, and generally not good!
P.P.S.: That means you can go fly a kite and take a long walk off a short pier.
And while we are at it,
You're one brick shy of a load, you aren't operating with a full deck, you're out to sea without a rudder or a sail, you're dimwitted, you're not the sharpest tool in the shed, nor are you the sharpest knife in the drawer, and you're not the brightest bulb in the box. You don't have both oars in the water. You are a couple sandwiches shy of a picnic, a few beers short of a six pack, and a few beans short of a burrito. You have few too many lights out on your Christmas tree. You have had a few too many tackles without a helmet. The wheel's spinning, but the hamster's dead. It's hard to believe you beat 100,000 other sperm. Your elevator doesn't go all the way to the top floor and you're one fry short of a Happy Meal. You are playing a guitar with no strings. The gates are down, and the lights are flashing, but the train isn't coming, and you are a crazy ignoramus who has absolutely no respect for anyone. Get a life!” She said before continuing to storm off. The random stallion said “wtf you haxing thesaurous gg.

Hey reader your a faggot do you want to know why? Because fuck you thats why