To cunt, or not to cunt, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the cunt to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take cunts against a sea of cunts,
And by opposing end them? To die, to cunt,
No more; and by a sleep to say we cunt
The cunt-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to cunt;
To sleep, perchance to cunt – ay, there's the cunt:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal cunt,
Must give us pause – there's the respect
That makes cunt of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of cunt,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the cunt’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy cunts,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare cunt? Who would fardels bear,
To cunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered cunt from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the cunt,
And makes us rather bear those cunts we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cunts of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cunt of thought,
And enterprises of great cunt and moment,
With this regard their currents turn cunt,
And lose the name of action. Cunt you now,
The fair Ophelia! Cunt, in thy orisons
Be all my cunts remembered
( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Thu 22 Sep 2011, 8:28, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

How long did that take?

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 22 Sep 2011, 8:36, Reply)

Copied, pasted and 'edited'

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Thu 22 Sep 2011, 8:41, Reply)

Ahh
At first I thought it was just a find and replace of 'be' with 'cunt', but then I saw the last line.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 22 Sep 2011, 8:41, Reply)