Education Reform in Ghana: A Spirited Exchange Between Promi

Education Reform in Ghana: A Spirited Exchange Between Prominent Modern Thinkers

Chadter 1.0 (alpha malusafrikanus)

No, bugs.. eating; Ghana is unfortunately pest ridden. I glanced at the NIGGER who watched my workout.
"Jealous?"
"no"
"Huh."
"I have love in my erect dick. And cum on my grandfather's fleshtrophy." I thought.
"M-Me too." he coughed.
Ghana was the first place winner in the annual podrace match. Every dirtynigger preferred lengthymeaningless arguments about who'sthe most skilled artist. Meanwhile, Jordan Peterson  consumes two stately, plump indigestible testicles?

Suddenly, The  AFRICAN-AMERICANtatteredflag burst above the ramparts we divergedupon

"Rampastr?" asked the confused /lit/  plothead.
"This can't be ((((Kekistan)))) ;) it's too white", said Niggokov .
"Irrelevant!" He slammed his flamingo shaped bong.
"rude" She shrieked

Stately lilily descended into the darkened dampcorridor ,squinting,  flabbergasted at some disfigured cyclopean nighmarecreature.
 It screeches artistically and drums the hollowsideboard with its foul  tentacle, sliming  and  fliming .
 "Down with Trump you  patriarchical CISmen. Up with cunts dripping blood!".

 Ghana meanwhile reestablished nothing because English niggers can't decipher post-modern autism. So with ebonic plague-speak, 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧Western🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧 Civilization collapsed again;_;hopelessly, forever. Inshallah.

 Grapefully graping grapers vaped grape grapely. Stately plump stating  statistician Buck buckled up Buck's cucked chucklefuck.

 I regretfully informed my  employer that fromhence this day forward I identify as aStirnersexist. Fuckboy!
My Wife's kids aren't ready forthe Ghanaian-rrhea. Nothing cucked  quite beyond this phrase:

"Why do? Be at you?"

If there may be one truth, it lies within our unconsciouscollective panty-licking weebcompatriots; veritably and  objectively they criticize Ghana's politicalfailedreestablishing. Who can be said to truly genuinely know another man's  stagflation, split-infinitive, or fevereddreams? Therefore, we do not need another wasteddonkey in Texas' classroomshall-pass monitoring.

turned 360°abruptly and with love, screaming towards theblackmountains, his heaving breasts held aloft ; aloof, alone."Why Why Did you not see my dong?"

"I... well... maaaaaybe...perhaps.....erm" she stammered, suddenly aware of his overwhelming fragility. His thin, limp wrists shook with delicate honor and pride alike. Finally, gazing like a paralyzed ebony statue, she smiled faintly aware of his pea-like testicles.

"Egads! , my tweets go nowhere, but greentexts seldom miss their mark! Fingers typing profound nonsense amidst the whom and blunder, bluster, thunder claps at once

Underneath it lies, unbidden, unwelcome, slimy.Then pounces forth frompedalmopeds, overdressed caterpillars; socks, trousers, panties, v-necks, and sandals.

"Is this text., or edamame?" Darkness envelops all,swallowing itself, regurgitating, beginning the text.again.


Chapter 2 (Kidz Bop 18)


Green ideas  filled with incandescent glisteningsemen proliferate disappointingly among laymen.  Unfortunate Anon , who after all these ejaculations had exhausted Mildred's tickled prostate,still felt empty, and slapped >her servile son for being reddit, literally.  He would bequeath a vast, unending cum pit. And the smell of  asshole left Mildred flinching at the hairy dogs.
"Where have my people brought me"? she groaned.
"You shant disuade the Ghanan baron's fingers.  Upon the striking stone, his mischievous  digit pecker shook with  righteous care. Ecstasy filled the lungs and with proper  training; and everlasting hope blossomed  strangely strong. /lit/ withdrew  into their  Bright Red dreamsicle floating sportively.

"Ahem," Epictetus interjected, "How could anyone believe in such an absolute farce! There's absolutely nothing wrong with jelqing!"

"HARUMPH!", replied the throaty cunt-horror.

"HCHUUHH"he

"ACHTUNG", meaningless feeble text adorning the wall which sequestered the nearby church. I looked at it, disgusted. Howl wondered

"Rolecall, forepaw, co leslaw, entrhall,  grandma,tumour,  moreau, boomer, humour, consumer, amy schumer, colour-crooner", I thought.

Rhyming wasn't impressive, although  men liked to tinker with dolls; however that couldn't compete with  100% freedom. Ghana was an afterthought, although  it was an apt ,if powerful website.

"Smoking ruins, desolate and alone. The horrid visions were suspended in a dreamlike ecstasy and depicted a pigeon drowning, flightless and afraid."growled Niggokov. B I G   F A T  M E A T Y C L A W S


Chapter 3 (Dominance-hierarchy)


"Please, betray, destroy, break, into the dominance-hierarchy," Stoney muttered."How the brown fudge?" "He searched for the truth."answer me, and you shall not hear me," came beckoning across the formless void.  Toronto Plainly had an inordinate propensity for producing little tyrnnical gender-neutrals leftists

Feeling uniquely disheartened, Peterson katabasised into the dim bathroom desperately searching for a postmodern torch to burn away the archetypal patriachal neofreudian anatomical spellchecker. Spelling had become existentially non-existant æñđ dangerous to every lobster's hope for individuation. Lobsters tremble at inadequate spellcheckers, realizing their anima openly defied their lost children.  The Ghanese  generation of lobster failed to cleanse its bedroom of the neo-marxist clutter, representing african-american nonexistent texts. Despite referring to a non-signified Ghanaian literary Solzhenitsyn donkey's classroom in Texas, the ease squeeze pleased his sense

Standing here I silently reflect upon the many times I've mistook my passport  for bugs bunny, ..yet easy times were on the nearby horizon. My  sense escaped my intended meaning, yet  still I smell the ass sweat every time I digress.


roger
"what the fuck was that movie about the negro cartoons" -  dfw inquired. He
"easy..now, bugs!," he said, lost, "The Beninese python of Cambria set upon the bald. Now it stood triumphantly

(baba, bada. ghara ghtaka !) " and then he awoke. His fists strongly clenched his ears. His groin pulsating rhthymically.

Chapter 4 (*BRAAAAAZIL*)


"Who?"
 "James Aloysius Corden", Joyce excalimed. He was a very  unhappy miscreant, as particularly farty and corncobby 's  nihilism. Nora clenched her sphincter and  the resounding thud spoke louder than Corden's  saliva megaphone.

Happiness is ephemeral, so two scoops please haha!  GRROMPHH!!!  Such  damaged immaturiy, Sad!

"Farty , arty, bloody mopey marxists ,dopey, meeple " Peterson muttered. "Cleanse  yourself  , dress for the winter prom and stay quiet, otherwise Ghana may suffer", Peterson quietly muttered again. "JUST COPULATE!",  he screamed, "YAHWEH, WHY MUST YOU BEHAVE SO ASEXUALLYYET?" "Bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk. THAT"S WHAT IT'S ALL AMOUNTING 2 BILLIONS OF GHANESE LOBSTERS!" Ghastly awareness of discernible truth archetype, he CUCKED himself out.

"wow." joyce smelled warmpancakes from beyond the the Texan assscape. Nora Ephron turnedback and wept

"Frozen wastelands over GHANA, and that's THAT; the fate of pure despair which cordially welcomes  all death deniers" - Spooks Orson, action!