Hello everyone.
Wait, a friend of mine told me to use paragraph mark on my posts so i guess it's a good time to start using one.
Dayum.
FOR FUCK'S SAKE I CAN'T FUCKING USE THE FUCKING TAB BUTTON ON THIS FUCKING SHIT.
So let's get straight to the important thing i'm going to share to all you guys. But before that, let me tell you that you need to consider every single risk you might dragged into before you read this because once you've done reading it, you will be dealing with that hidden big shit you've never imagined it ever existed in this world. So you probably need to say goodbye to your family and friends, or take your perhaps good meal, no no best meal, yeah you know, just in case. Please don't you ever dare to give a lucky shot or think that this will only going to be some jokes from some stupid ass shits on internet, i mean it.
So for those who can't fulfill my requirements above or those who pissed their pants before you even unzipped your zipper, please just kill this page and go get yo mama some money, and clean up your filthy urine.
So this is it, get your ass ready.
I'm in a room right now, in Langley, deep beneath Pentagon, CIA Headquarters if you had no idea what Pentagon is. I don't have much time to tell you the root of how i got here because i'm dealing with top secret papers, i read something real majestic and magnificent which they always hide from the world. I can't deal with this, this thing must not stay here beneath heavily guarded walls, it should've been out there inside a bulletproof glassed-cabinet expanded to the whole world like the Turin's Shroud. I think this thing deserves a private building for its rareness and radical turnovers. The government should've not concealed it from the world.
But nah i still have some time to tell you how i got here because the museum needs the story of the savior ain't dat aight?
So fuckers, i woke up this morning with a whore, i couldn't recall how i met her or how much i should pay, i couldn't even remember her name neither. Yeah i've been trying to live dat classic American life on movie, it has been running for maybe like forever, and it still feel so fucking good, ain't that aight? You know what i'm sayin'? Getting stoned whole night, fuckin' bitches afterward, hangover, and repeat for the rest of your life. Dayum i love my treats for myself. There's something you need to know before you give edible judgements about what i've been doing, i don't know what edible means but that sounds so fit for the word after it, i love that word "edible". I read the dictionary, it means eatable, pretty much not into it but it still sounds so good so i ain't gonna change it, so fuck those who ain't in my way. Of course i do something for a living, i must not tell you what i do for a living but the museum needs my complete profile. I'm a field agent, YEAH AIN'T THAT SOUNDS SO BADASS HUUHH? I KNOW THERE ARE SOME AMONG YOU WHO GOT THAT TINGLING FEELING BETWEEN YOUR LEGS WHEN I SAID 'FIELD' AND IT INTENSIFIED WHEN I SAID 'AGENT' IT BLOWS EVERYTHING UP YOUR CROTCH AIGHT? So you just need to come over my place on Friday night, CAUSE I PARTY HARD ON FRIDAY NIGHT, but if you couldn't, any day is fine, CAUSE I PARTY HARD EVERY NIGHT YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN'? So ladies, i'll feed your insatiable hunger of your wildest fantasies.
I heard footsteps, so i better hurry, but it won't start before i completed my story, sorry but it's so important, the future history books need it.
So this morning my cell phone beeped. A colleague texted me to take a bath and get to office immediately, but fuck that shit, hangover was striving to take my head off my body, so i took a glass of water. But then the phone ringed, it was from my boss, that monkey who gives order, i answered it, and here's the conversation
Me: "Yo 'ssup boss?"
Boss: "Get your fucking ass over here"
Me: "What happened boss? Have you finally found your wife's titties?"
Boss: "Brush your fucking teeth and get here in 5 minutes or you will be in real fucking deep trouble, got me son of a bitch?"
Me: "Aight boss congratulations for the successful breasts implant"
Boss: "You're a dead faggot's shit"
I was trying to ask if i could get a squash for his wife's new boobies but he closed that line up, so i went there to witness with my own eyes. But when i got there, the whole office was in that fucked up hectic euphoria, i asked someone what happened and he said that ISIS has got our nuclear warhead activation code, that was why. My hasted blood pumping almost got my heart blown away all over the room, so i headed straightly to my boss' office to receive any form of command. He commanded me to enter the deepest floor of Pentagon and check the super confidential files which were not provided on our network database because it will be too dangerous if we ever made any copy of them, he gave me the list and the bypass card, then i went there.
I've never entered this part of this building, i get fascinated of its size and invulnerability. This room is fulfilled with piles of papers and every each of this is super dangerous for public to find out. I've got the whole things boss told me to collect and while i was taking those, i noticed that these piles came across ages of world's history from when writing on paper method found till the most recent confidential cases. And when i was trying to get out of the room, i saw a book. I don't know how but i felt like the book insisted me to read it, and so i did.
Can you guess what book i found? Let me give you some clue, it was a journal, can you guess whose journal it is? It was someone's really famous, even much more famous than me after i published this post, still can't tell any? Please give a lucky guess, i love to play this game, but since we're on one way communication, i guess we can no longer play this game. So i will tell you whose diary it is, but if there is any of you who still wanted to play this guessing game, we can play on the comment box below this post, okay?
It's the journal of our mighty Osama Bin Laden. This book will be copied and bought much more than the Bible if it ever printed.
So guys, it shocked me that Bin Laden is pretty good at writing a diary, and he had been living a different life the society has always been known. Luckily, i brought my laptop with me all the time for this sort of condition, and Pentagon has God's room broadband connection, it's faster than your mama's ascension of fat percentage. The bad news is, this room has no scanner, i can't give you the official look of the pages, but i will write them instead, so you don't need to worry, the truth is about to get uncovered soon darling.
And here we go, he's actually pretty good at writing but he has no skill at get his shit on the right order, it's a total mess, so i will fix some part just so it looks like a neat masterpiece.
Get your fuckin' ass ready to get stupefied by a cocky bastard's masterpiece motherfuckers.
Wait, a friend of mine told me to use paragraph mark on my posts so i guess it's a good time to start using one.
Dayum.
FOR FUCK'S SAKE I CAN'T FUCKING USE THE FUCKING TAB BUTTON ON THIS FUCKING SHIT.
So let's get straight to the important thing i'm going to share to all you guys. But before that, let me tell you that you need to consider every single risk you might dragged into before you read this because once you've done reading it, you will be dealing with that hidden big shit you've never imagined it ever existed in this world. So you probably need to say goodbye to your family and friends, or take your perhaps good meal, no no best meal, yeah you know, just in case. Please don't you ever dare to give a lucky shot or think that this will only going to be some jokes from some stupid ass shits on internet, i mean it.
So for those who can't fulfill my requirements above or those who pissed their pants before you even unzipped your zipper, please just kill this page and go get yo mama some money, and clean up your filthy urine.
So this is it, get your ass ready.
I'm in a room right now, in Langley, deep beneath Pentagon, CIA Headquarters if you had no idea what Pentagon is. I don't have much time to tell you the root of how i got here because i'm dealing with top secret papers, i read something real majestic and magnificent which they always hide from the world. I can't deal with this, this thing must not stay here beneath heavily guarded walls, it should've been out there inside a bulletproof glassed-cabinet expanded to the whole world like the Turin's Shroud. I think this thing deserves a private building for its rareness and radical turnovers. The government should've not concealed it from the world.
But nah i still have some time to tell you how i got here because the museum needs the story of the savior ain't dat aight?
So fuckers, i woke up this morning with a whore, i couldn't recall how i met her or how much i should pay, i couldn't even remember her name neither. Yeah i've been trying to live dat classic American life on movie, it has been running for maybe like forever, and it still feel so fucking good, ain't that aight? You know what i'm sayin'? Getting stoned whole night, fuckin' bitches afterward, hangover, and repeat for the rest of your life. Dayum i love my treats for myself. There's something you need to know before you give edible judgements about what i've been doing, i don't know what edible means but that sounds so fit for the word after it, i love that word "edible". I read the dictionary, it means eatable, pretty much not into it but it still sounds so good so i ain't gonna change it, so fuck those who ain't in my way. Of course i do something for a living, i must not tell you what i do for a living but the museum needs my complete profile. I'm a field agent, YEAH AIN'T THAT SOUNDS SO BADASS HUUHH? I KNOW THERE ARE SOME AMONG YOU WHO GOT THAT TINGLING FEELING BETWEEN YOUR LEGS WHEN I SAID 'FIELD' AND IT INTENSIFIED WHEN I SAID 'AGENT' IT BLOWS EVERYTHING UP YOUR CROTCH AIGHT? So you just need to come over my place on Friday night, CAUSE I PARTY HARD ON FRIDAY NIGHT, but if you couldn't, any day is fine, CAUSE I PARTY HARD EVERY NIGHT YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN'? So ladies, i'll feed your insatiable hunger of your wildest fantasies.
I heard footsteps, so i better hurry, but it won't start before i completed my story, sorry but it's so important, the future history books need it.
So this morning my cell phone beeped. A colleague texted me to take a bath and get to office immediately, but fuck that shit, hangover was striving to take my head off my body, so i took a glass of water. But then the phone ringed, it was from my boss, that monkey who gives order, i answered it, and here's the conversation
Me: "Yo 'ssup boss?"
Boss: "Get your fucking ass over here"
Me: "What happened boss? Have you finally found your wife's titties?"
Boss: "Brush your fucking teeth and get here in 5 minutes or you will be in real fucking deep trouble, got me son of a bitch?"
Me: "Aight boss congratulations for the successful breasts implant"
Boss: "You're a dead faggot's shit"
I was trying to ask if i could get a squash for his wife's new boobies but he closed that line up, so i went there to witness with my own eyes. But when i got there, the whole office was in that fucked up hectic euphoria, i asked someone what happened and he said that ISIS has got our nuclear warhead activation code, that was why. My hasted blood pumping almost got my heart blown away all over the room, so i headed straightly to my boss' office to receive any form of command. He commanded me to enter the deepest floor of Pentagon and check the super confidential files which were not provided on our network database because it will be too dangerous if we ever made any copy of them, he gave me the list and the bypass card, then i went there.
I've never entered this part of this building, i get fascinated of its size and invulnerability. This room is fulfilled with piles of papers and every each of this is super dangerous for public to find out. I've got the whole things boss told me to collect and while i was taking those, i noticed that these piles came across ages of world's history from when writing on paper method found till the most recent confidential cases. And when i was trying to get out of the room, i saw a book. I don't know how but i felt like the book insisted me to read it, and so i did.
Can you guess what book i found? Let me give you some clue, it was a journal, can you guess whose journal it is? It was someone's really famous, even much more famous than me after i published this post, still can't tell any? Please give a lucky guess, i love to play this game, but since we're on one way communication, i guess we can no longer play this game. So i will tell you whose diary it is, but if there is any of you who still wanted to play this guessing game, we can play on the comment box below this post, okay?
It's the journal of our mighty Osama Bin Laden. This book will be copied and bought much more than the Bible if it ever printed.
So guys, it shocked me that Bin Laden is pretty good at writing a diary, and he had been living a different life the society has always been known. Luckily, i brought my laptop with me all the time for this sort of condition, and Pentagon has God's room broadband connection, it's faster than your mama's ascension of fat percentage. The bad news is, this room has no scanner, i can't give you the official look of the pages, but i will write them instead, so you don't need to worry, the truth is about to get uncovered soon darling.
And here we go, he's actually pretty good at writing but he has no skill at get his shit on the right order, it's a total mess, so i will fix some part just so it looks like a neat masterpiece.
Get your fuckin' ass ready to get stupefied by a cocky bastard's masterpiece motherfuckers.
Hello, my name is Osama, my family's name is Laden. Bin on my name means from, you know that sort of name like Von at German, Van at Dutch, and Of at British.
Just so you know that i cut some shit and i will only give you the astounding part okay?
9-11-01, minus 4 hours to glory
Ahh, i could smell paradise's scent already. Well right in this very night, we're gonna have some party for our success on waking the sleeping giant by lighting them up some candles, you might not get what i'm saying but you'll soon notice that David has struck his first strike on Goliath.
We've been working on this for years, our works have gone far too perfect to get ruined even by God himself.
I've dropped and organized 3 cameras on 3 different places, 3 different cities, 3 different states, and of course 3 different targets at their best spots to get the best views of the most grandiose fireworks ever lit up. 19 best official crews, audited and taken from thousands volunteers of the best qualified men, have been running and ensuring our masterpiece to be successful. This will be the night when God drops a finger then spreads a joyful romance to mankind.
T minus 2 hours
I'm so excited about this and i can hardly wait for the fall of global tyranny. My crews have achieved the loaded riffles and are aiming the targets. This will be the morning when we win. This will be the morning of no possible man can ever gain left memory. This will be the morning for glorious cheers to echo around the globe.
This will be the morning when every single man realizes that skies above skies is not an imaginary phrase.
T plus 1 hour
My first 5 men had successfully obtained the goal and sacrificed their lives for the freedom of mankind at 08.46 AM, the next 5 at 09.03 AM, and the other 5 at 9.37 AM. The rest 4 didn't make it even if they had attained that far. We got both WTC Towers, and Pentagon, i'm a bit disappointed for we had missed our main course, the U.S Capitol, but it's still a kind of marvelous achievement for us.
From now on, we declare that we are equal in any sort of view. There's no room for such superiority.
Yeah that shit is actually not that good but remember that came from a leader of a terrorists group who was attempting to blow my office with his stupid fuckers on the plane which supposedly done much more damage. That shit is beautiful, so encouraging, and i think that will beautifully and dangerously thrust anyone who reads it to do the undesirable radical desires, or at least having one even if they don't have guts to.
I heard another footsteps and the phone in this room has been ringing for more than half an hour, i think my boss has realized that it has been taking too long for folders taking. They can access what i've been doing with my laptop since i used their connection. They applied those complicated algorithms shit i don't understand to track down the network's unusual anomalies, but it will take a little longer for them to realize that i'm shitting on their face, so i will type as much as i can.
3-5-06
I did the best thing a human can attempt.
I didn't take the credit of it at all.
And now they all hate me for committing a free and sincere giant leap.
The firework party had gone much more successful than i ever thought it would be. It has been years but they're still hunting me down ever since, for that now i live in a cage, not literally a cage, a safe house where i can command my whole troops to immediately move whenever i asked for it. But i can't go anywhere other than this house, not even the yard. I'm not a coward, i'm not avoiding them, i just think that God gifted me my too beautiful life to spend even only a year for the court verdict with the absolute execution behind it. I'm trying to make another kind of firework party, something with much more fame and much more greater impact than before. We've started to work on this exactly since we finished our celebration party after the first success. This one will headed straight to every each of man's conscience.
But let me give you a single reminder, well i don't know if anyone would ever read this journal but i will pretend like someone will, i'm also a human. I'm an old virgin if you ever wonder, and yes everyone is allowed to laugh at it, there's no other greater pleasure than making someone happy. And right now i feel so lonely.
Many of times i considered to marry someone, but another more times i considered that i shall not. I'm always way too focus to enslave degenerate and lift up betterment to have any marriage.
But i fell in love many of times.
I mostly fell in love with non-human things, but i once have this one single fall for most likely once in a lifetime kind.
Well sorry for interrupting but i heard knocks on the locked door which can only opened from inside out, i guess they have my shit and my intentions shit. Well i will keep writing since i only need to tap enter to publish this shit.
And honestly i wasn't expecting to read about a deceased bearded ugly old terrorist dude's love story but i have turned a lot of pages, and yet i still haven't found what i expected. I expect to have some great ground-breaking news from this, like he turned out to be a gay, or his impotence prevents him from marriage, or behind his cold-blooded character he loves to watch teletubbies, or he likes unicorn that much that he was wearing unicorn t-shirt when we shot him down, some kinda like that but this love story actually quite nice too.
You may say that she's not that perfect figure every man has always dreamed of, because she's not. I didn't fell for her at first because i actually don't really know her even for now. But she's still that beautiful to me.
I didn't know her and i tried to find out, and she was shockingly an extremely smart person. She entered med school and that time i got so shocked because she looked not alike that kind of person. From that moment, i've never judged a book by its cover again. And the more i tried to find out who she is, the more i got interesting facts about her. I always fell in love with smart person, i actually always fell for their way of thinking, but this one lady i can't help. Yes as you can see that i'm that kind of person who loves to write, and i guarantee that those who write too will notice that it's hard to find a lady who loves to write.
And i instantly fell for her after i first read her beautiful text.
I can't recall about her that much, as i can remember her name was Va
THOSE BITCHES HAVE PENETRATED THE SECURED DOOR, SO PLEASE ANYONE, CONTINUE MY STRUGGLE TO PUBLISH THESE EXTRAORDINARY TEXTS, AND SUE THESE GOVERNMENT'S MOTHERFU
I actually have set up the paragraph above to get that dramatic effect like someone is forcefully pulling me in the middle of this post typing, but at least if i never finished this post (the actual end of it is the one before the capslock drama) someone would get so fucking wonder about the rest of the diary and who knows if they might have strong intention to continue what i've started and uncover it to the whole world
I actually have set up the paragraph above to get that dramatic effect like someone is forcefully pulling me in the middle of this post typing, but at least if i never finished this post (the actual end of it is the one before the capslock drama) someone would get so fucking wonder about the rest of the diary and who knows if they might have strong intention to continue what i've started and uncover it to the whole world
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