User blog:CastleFort1/A special day

Happy Late Pentecost 6/9 (for EDT) bitches.

Pew to my dick.

Pew, Pew, Pew.

Lololololol.

And now a reading of the Acts of the Shitposters: Chapter 2.

When the time for 6/9 was fulfilled, they were all in one place together.

And suddenly there came from the sky a nose like a strong jacking off wind and it filled the entire shitpost house in which they were.

Then there appeared to them tounges of shitposts as of flaming dicks, which parted and came to rest on each one of the shitposters.

And they were all filled with the Shitpost Sexy Spirit and began to speak in different shitpost languages, as the shitposts enabled them to proclaim.

Now there were devout normies from every nation under heaven staying in the internet.

At this sound, they gathered in a large crowd, but they were confused because each one heard them speaking in his own shitpost language.

They were astounded, and in amazement, they asked, "Are not all these people who are speaking shitposting?"

Then how does each of us hear them in his own native language?

We are Turks, Russians, and Crusaders, inhabitants of the Minecraft Christian Church, the United States and Canada, Berlin and Vietnam, British and TikTok, App and the districts of Furret near Japan, as well as travelers from Mexico, both Drug Lords and converts to Kekism, Serbians and Arabs, yet we hear them speaking in our own shitposts of the mighty acts of Christian Minecraft God.”

They were all dabbed and shook, and said to one normie another, “What does this mean?” But others said, insulting, “They have had too much new drugs.”