I only know… how to crów… and for that matter how snot to blów... to flush Thee's I lids, filled with sóót… and trample others underfoot… and swizzle Lóg's inadequate mediocrity in beer… and discontent so insincere… to bake a subpar leaking **** insult… of the egómania egó cult… as self-serving accolade… and act the quade, though never laid… and dig a swirling dreck cascade… as Carvó's paintings quickly die and fade… within Thee's stinking I parade… for three art and two art and one art for zero art... We (I and Thee) can only obsess to tear HP apart.
Original ('How To Know Not To Know') by: Thee Artiste aka Logbrain Crappó Reworked by: CrE aka Trollminator
This is the tenth in a series of reconstructions of the drivel of "Thee Artiste" aka Logbrain Crappó which has been previously posted on HP.
True, nothing could possibly make Thee's mindless nonsense less lousy, but at least it can be put into a neater, though still steaming, pile...