Thursday, December 1, 2016

Greetings Laff Lovers,

I always knew I was a fucking genius. A professor of Cognitive Science at UC San Diego named Benjamin Bergen recently published a book entitled "What the F: What Swearing Reveals About Our Language, Our Brains, and Ourselves."

In it, this cock-sucker posits that cursing could be linked to higher intelligence.

"It turns out that on average, the ones who swear the most also have the biggest vocabulary overall," Bergen wrote.

He also suggested that, "swearing might be cathartic and can relieve anger and aggression." Which would explain my undiminishable sunny disposition.

How many donkey-dick-sucking sons-of-bitches in my life have written me off as a functionally retarded jerk off? And now mother-fucking science has proven that I'm smarter than all of those pieces of monkey shit.

The next time my wife tells me to watch my mouth I'm gonna tell that cunt to shut her dick-holster while the geniuses are talking.

Eloquently,

TZ

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