...and the fall of prominence

I have been told I have mastered a language so eloquently that Shakespeare himself would jack off to it. This is the language of profanity. The past three years have been those of intense rigorous studies, and feverous taxing altercations. The anonymousness of Live educated me of the derogatory nature of derogatory individuals. I grew a stronger vocabulary, and developed a more conscious view of stupidity. I received a bachelors in assholeomics, and a masters in obnoxiously boisterous rants. I worked on a case study that focused on east coast speech impediments, or maybe it was accents? The shit if I could tell. I wrote my dissertation in Donkey Donkey Donkey. I worked at brokenBR until now. Unless you are willing to pay me, go blow an asshole.