Weird copypasta

Life and culture in ZzzonKINGville is pristine, booming one might say. It's hard to say the same thing about the delusional and distant lands of WLSL. Let me produce some A1 premium literature on the sour Gold1 WLSL rodent, KA(aah, out me hed Zzzzzzon)KI. There is a civil war happening in his noggin', the peanut agitating away in his retard crevis colmon folk call a brain. You see, Kaki slammed his alarm clock 1pm on Friday and rose from the pubic cesspit that COULD be identified as a bed; 'Rise and shine you cunt' the king of the forbidden lands SCREAMED simultaneously RATTLING his vaginal shaped cerebellum. Kaki proceeded to stretch his full Luton FC kit over his pale crippled body in prepartion for his FUT PC Weekend League gaming session. His hands shivering, quivering, shuddering, quavering, trembling, fluttering, beating... flapping?  at the thought ZzzonkinG could be matchmaking towards ROYALTY status. The realisation came in to his head at 4pm sharp that the KING of FUT generally grinds life to pay bills and not to sit home, swelling in anxiety and depression, soaking in sweat and semen whilst mother KAKI pulls flyers from Job center in hopes that he will seal a future for himself and the rest of the inbreds sat in the basement; MONGo and i'likelickingtrain'traC. This reality is particularly sad as Kaki's father is not able to bring the meat'n'potatoes back to the family. He instead has resorted to sucky sucky five bucky in Manor ZzzonkeY. Rest assured that he is safe and not a captive to ZzzonkinG. He was just bored of glaring at debatable t100, consistent Gold 1 finishes and ofcourse the poignant smell of  SOY.