As the sun rises, Fever awakes with one question
on his mind - "What should I do for the glue page?"
He tosses and turns in his bed, wets his sheets, and
asks his dad to get the hell out of his bed cause he  ████████████████████░███  has shit to do.  His dad, still half asleep, yells    ████████████████████▓███  out in a brutish tone "I'm a fucking D cup, now    ████████████████████████  shut up and fondle!"  Fever, upset with his father's  ████████████████████████  words, hops on the computer and begins to piece ████████████████████████  together glue's fanciest webpage yet.  It'll be out   ████████████████████████  super soon.  But no, you will not find pictures of    ████████████████████████  Fever's dad in a bra there.  ████████████████████████    ████████████████████████       The clock strikes noon, and a blind man stumbles ███ ████████████████████  into the family room.  As he collides with a table,   ███ ████████████████████  he knocks over the precious family vase, dating back  ███ ████████████████████  to times when the average male weiner was really  ████████████████████████  big - cause neantrathols obviously have big dinks.
(Somber, zip your pants back up.) The blind man
apologizes, "Oh my, it's honestly not my fault, I
am cursed with ZeroVision."  However everyone is too
engaged in the card game "Asshole" to listen to the
blind man.    ████████████████████████    ████████████████████████       The remaining members of the family are gathered ███ ██████████████████░░  around the table, each holding their cards with  ██▓ ██████████████████░░  intensity.  Catch22 lays down a one eye'd jack, and   ██▓ ██████████████ ███░░  thinks he has the winning hand.  For he only has one  ██▓█████████████████████  card left.  However a man slides out a suicidal king, ██▓█████████████████████  taking the win, and proclaiming himself President.    ██▓████████████████████▒  Crimson skye gets fed up and utters the words, "Fuck  ██▓████████████████████▒  this , I've been asshole for the last 32 rounds and   ██▓████████████████████▒  I'm tired of it.  Catch, you're a dink you be   ███▓███████████████████▒  asshole for a while."  Catch didn't like that so he   ███▓███████████████████▓  told him to leave the game.  We say goodbye to Cskye. ███▓███████████████████▓  ███▓████████████████████       With that, Somberlain and President head out of  ███▓████████████████████  the house and to their secret lair to piece together  ███▓████████████████████  a plan that will devour and exterminate the entire████████████████████████  existant of mankind.  Somberlain, quick with witt ████████████████████████  begins to lay out his ideas.  "We could like,  ████████████████████████  make talking illegal, and then people can't  ███████████████████████░  communicate, and the only way they'll know what's up
is if they draw pictures of shit and show them to one
another - they could even zip them up and release
them to the masses sequentially."  Pres just looked
at him with awe and said "Holy crap man, you just