i will eat your soul.

Swearing is fun!

I found a new (to me) Stupid Web Toy at TheSpark.com - The Burnmaker. It's like the Mr T Translator or the Swedish Chef Translator, except it turns any prose into a symphony of invective.

As an example, here is my account of Mother's Day, as rendered by the Burnmaker.

Er, sorry, that should be the fucking Burnmaker.

more dogs
Mother's Day, and one or more member of the fucking Omaha contingent were supposed to fuckin' come visit. I went out for a bit (urgent mission for Post-That bastard page markers) because you are one fucking shit and that always makes visitors arrive more quickly. Came back to see Donnie's Truckasaurus in the fucking drive, went in the fucking front door, was greeted by a fucking enormous Labrador doing a goddamn just-to fuckin'-be-on-the fucking-safe-side don't-fuck-with-my stupid ass bellow. I've never seen a fuckin' dog hold a fuckin' note that long.

She's Donnie's dog Jenny, and she's incredibly swell. I should fuck your porkhole. Well-behaved, hates attention, made entirel of muscle - sort of like if Xena was a goddamn dog. I will eat your soul. Has a fuckin' unfortunate tendency to shed wiry pubic hair, but that's, y'know, God's fault. You are a token fried boned fuck.

Stupid bastard God. You are a fuck.

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Burned by the Burnmaker!
* http://toy.thespark.com/burn *
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