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The maximum limit of proper terms alot like the predisessor accept it will instantly grant you insane levels of power,

Friend: whomst'd've'lu'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es'nt't're'ing'able'tic'ive'al'nt'ne'm'll'ble'al'ny'less'w'ck'k'ly'py'nd'idy'ety'st'ged'ful'ish'ng'my'ous are you talking to?
You: what do you mean I'm alone?
Friend: whispers to someone*

You: whomst'd've'lu'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es'nt't're'ing'able'tic'ive'al'nt'ne'm'll'ble'al'ny'less'w'ck'k'ly'py'nd'idy'ety'st'ged'ful'ish'ng'my'ous are you talking to?
Friend: wipes forehead*
You: bro whomst'd've'lu'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es'nt't're'ing'able'tic'ive'al'nt'ne'm'll'ble'al'ny'less'w'ck'k'ly'py'nd'idy'ety'st'ged'ful'ish'ng'my'ous forehead did you just wipe?
Friend: visibly nervous
Friend: whomst'd've'lu'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es'nt't're'ing'able'tic'ive'al'nt'ne'm'll'ble'al'ny'less'w'ck'k'ly'py'nd'idy'ety'st'ged'ful'ish'ng'my'ous are you talking to?
You: what do you mean I'm alone?
Friend: whispers to someone*

You: whomst'd've'lu'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es'nt't're'ing'able'tic'ive'al'nt'ne'm'll'ble'al'ny'less'w'ck'k'ly'py'nd'idy'ety'st'ged'ful'ish'ng'my'ous are you talking to?
Friend: wipes forehead*
You: bro whomst'd've'lu'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es'nt't're'ing'able'tic'ive'al'nt'ne'm'll'ble'al'ny'less'w'ck'k'ly'py'nd'idy'ety'st'ged'ful'ish'ng'my'ous forehead did you just wipe?
Friend: visibly nervous
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whomst'd've'lu'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es'nt't're'ing' 

Guy 1 : Hey dude, you wanna play some video games?
Guy 2: Sure! whomst'd've'lu'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es'nt't're'ing' it about?
Guy 3: Don't listen to Guy 2, hes retarded.

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the corrected version of a version that was created by whomst'd've'yaint'nt'ed'ies.
Whomst'd've'lu'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y’es't’reing’able’tic’ive’al’ne’m’ll’ble’ny’less’w’ck’k’ly’py’nd’idy’ety’st’ged’'ful’ish’ng’mt’ous has a desire to do a very specific thing at a very specific area at a very specific point in time?

whomst'd've'lu'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es'nt't're'ing'yin’rt’est’n‘etu’ 

The ultimate “who” variant.
Guy: Honey, can you check whomst'd've'lu'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es'nt't're'ing'yin’rt’est’n‘etu’ is at the door?

Girl: Jack I want a divorce.

whomst'd've'lu'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es'nt't're'ing'able'tic'ive'al'nt'ne'm'll'ble'al'ny'less'w'ck'k'ly'py'nd'idy'ety'st'ged'ful'ish'ng'mt'ous'as'er'ftt'dd'aswww'per'efc'bts'etc'destruction'satja'bea'fds'saswe'ffs'aswet'gedva'ing've 

the word to end the universe, when this word is spoken the end times will begin
D: someone stole my cookies
B: whomst'd've'lu'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es'nt't're'ing'able'tic'ive'al'nt'ne'm'll'ble'al'ny'less'w'ck'k'ly'py'nd'idy'ety'st'ged'ful'ish'ng'mt'ous'as'er'ftt'dd'aswww'per'efc'bts'etc'destruction'satja'bea'fds'saswe'ffs'aswet'gedva'ing've
D: dammit bagel now the world is ending

whomst'd've'lu'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es'nt't're'ing'able'tic'ive'al'nt'ne'm'll'ble'al'ny'less'w'ck'k'ly'py'nd'idy'ety'st'ged'ful'ish'ng'mt'ous'er'tis'twas'all'terent'djfignick'fed'sie'yenas'ighohocasaldingtariunistic'iuds'mentarsariot 

The superior version of saying Whomst'd've.
Created in order to show superiority over peers or younglings.
GUY 1: Yo, do you have any idea whomst'd've'lu'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es'nt't're'ing'able'tic'ive'al'nt'ne'm'll'ble'al'ny'less'w'ck'k'ly'py'nd'idy'ety'st'ged'ful'ish'ng'mt'ous'er'tis'twas'all'terent'djfignick'fed'sie'yenas'ighohocasaldingtariunistic'iuds'mentarsariot took my notebook?

GUY 2: ....What?

St. John’s Lutheran School Ocala 

A school full of rich white people, that spit out the N-word more than their Mom spits out their dad’s children. The students are the most un-holy mfs you’ll ever meet. Daily tasks consist of nic breaks in the bathroom, and threatening to kill themselves everytime they get a grade back. Every boy with a perm looks like a muppet that just finished snorting crack out of his grandmas asscrack. Everyone is depressed and suicidal. There’s so many gay bitches that go to that school that I’m surprised God hasn’t stuck it with lightening yet. I wonder how many people have smoked weed in the parking lot, and used Bible pages as rolling paper. That school has some of the sneakiest and horniest bitches. No one knows why the dress-code is, because no one follows it. The lady at the front desk is always in a bad mood, like lady you look like ezma from emperors new groove. Go home and take your hot flashes with you
Hey do you go to St. Johns Lutheran School Ocala?

yeah….

I hate you, petty hoe.