Janice Copypasta

What the wikia did you just fucking say about me, you little chrome? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Face-book Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Chrome-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed messages.

I am trained in Minion meme warfare and I’m the top memer in the entire Facebook Soccer Mom Group. You are nothing to me but just another waste of a virginity. I will wipe your accounts the frick out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Facebook group, mark my poopin words.

You think you can get away with saying that Sugar Honey Ice Tea over the Internet? Think again, fricker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Soccer Moms across the Facebook and your friend is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your account. You’re fricking grounded, son. I can be on any wiki, any chat room, and I can ground you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands.

Not only am I extensively trained in bible combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Soccer Mom Corps and I will use it to its full extent to erase your miserable but off the face of the website, you little shingle. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “Tv-14” show was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your frcking tongue.

But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will poop a fury all over you and you will drown in it.

You’re fricking ground, kiddo.