Officials have announced a massive reduction in the catch of snow and king crab. Researchers said survival rates appeared to have plummeted during a period of warmer temperatures at the bottom of the Bering Sea.
You are a lobster. Bitch, you live in the ocean. You are a crustacean. You need to eat your fuckin’ weight in trash. Your fucking children, you’ve had 15 children. You literally live in a bath. You’ve literally never. dried. your. penis. You’ve never used toilet paper. Motherfucker, you have worms. You are dying. You’ve had 40 children, 3 of them are alive. 2 of them are entrees at the seafood restaurant.
Bitch, the greatest thing you can hope for is to die in the ocean. You fucking can’t read. You don’t know what TV is. If you were transported onto land, you would be the worst gamer of all time. You don’t know shit. You literally probably don’t even know what the direction ‘left’ is. I’m sure some marine biologist is gonna get mad at me for this, bitch I’ve been to the beach. I’ve eaten a turkey leg, which the Juggalos call ‘bitch beaters’, which I think is problematic but a funny thing to call them.
Motherfucker, you gotta recognize where you are, and then you gotta get passed that. You gotta be unemotional. You can’t sink into this hole. You live on the seafloor. Your job is to eat garbage, motherfucker. You live in the HOLE. You’re in the HOLE. You are a LOBSTER. And the Lobster, when he’s in the hole gets fucked. People only throw trash in the hole.
You need to eat a body. And you need to carry parasites. And you need to carry parasites around this whole world, that will change this whole fuckin world. And all your enemies will vomit buttery bile and will choke on shells and will grow lethargic. But only if you get together with your other LOBSTERS. And you come up with some kind of super parasites, to fuckin end your enemies and…
Reposting an old comment because recycling:
You are a lobster. Bitch, you live in the ocean. You are a crustacean. You need to eat your fuckin’ weight in trash. Your fucking children, you’ve had 15 children. You literally live in a bath. You’ve literally never. dried. your. penis. You’ve never used toilet paper. Motherfucker, you have worms. You are dying. You’ve had 40 children, 3 of them are alive. 2 of them are entrees at the seafood restaurant.
Bitch, the greatest thing you can hope for is to die in the ocean. You fucking can’t read. You don’t know what TV is. If you were transported onto land, you would be the worst gamer of all time. You don’t know shit. You literally probably don’t even know what the direction ‘left’ is. I’m sure some marine biologist is gonna get mad at me for this, bitch I’ve been to the beach. I’ve eaten a turkey leg, which the Juggalos call ‘bitch beaters’, which I think is problematic but a funny thing to call them.
Motherfucker, you gotta recognize where you are, and then you gotta get passed that. You gotta be unemotional. You can’t sink into this hole. You live on the seafloor. Your job is to eat garbage, motherfucker. You live in the HOLE. You’re in the HOLE. You are a LOBSTER. And the Lobster, when he’s in the hole gets fucked. People only throw trash in the hole.
You need to eat a body. And you need to carry parasites. And you need to carry parasites around this whole world, that will change this whole fuckin world. And all your enemies will vomit buttery bile and will choke on shells and will grow lethargic. But only if you get together with your other LOBSTERS. And you come up with some kind of super parasites, to fuckin end your enemies and…
End. This. Nightmare.