“Starting Numbers 650 mL at 7.2 percent and 650 mL at 6.0 percent 2 cards Eastern and Western Australia 20 armies Later on 341 mL at 5.0 percent... A declaration after 650 mL at 7.2 percent and Eastern and Western Australia in 2 cards 2nd place. And so after several asterisks not 2nd place after all. First...Yes First. Rather unexpected to say the least but suddenly some cards went my way and a mess of three on each Brian Weir style could be dealt with in a suspenseful climactic showdown. And finally a volley of shitty rolling ended it all. Fifth to first.”
“Another bloody Aussie victory... I felt I should have placed better. Again. Nobody policed Marty and it bit me in the ass. Nancy should have played the game she wanted to instead of listening to the bears. But she also should have attacked Marty...she is okay with second. Ethan get your shoes...”
“And he says Fuck. Yeah sounds about right. I get fucked in the ass and he says fuck. This is one fucking issue I was not expecting to fucking deal with till the fucking fuck of all fucks stopped the fuck off already. Mother Fucker. I mean fuck man shit. So I was contemplating whether or fuck to or not to keep fucking swearing but since mother fucking Mefuckingtallica is on the stereo I will channel my inner fucking Lars mother fucking Ulrich and fuck the fuck out of swearing. Fuck. More 6s on offence than kills. Beat that fuckers. Can we calculate swears per fucking word I dont think this fucking quote has the most fucking swears but shit why the fuck cant I get some fucking prestige for some fucking thing. Shit god damn. I mean really what the shit is going on. No matter what the fuck I do I will most likely be one swear short. Slug in a ditch. Erruh I mean son of a bitch. Shit cock suck mother fuck and then some. Am I mad. You better fucking believe it. Viet fucking Nam.”
