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« I’M JUST BIBOULET

ANYWHERE ELSE I’D BE A TEN

IS IT MY DESTINY TO LIVE AND DIE A LIFE OF A GOATEE?

I’M JUST BIBOULET

WHERE I SEE LEIBNIZ, THEY SEE A BISCUIT

WHAT WILL IT TAKE FOR THEM TO SEE THE MAN BEHIND THE GOATEE AND FIGHT FOR ME? »

- I’m just KEN, Biboulet’s ver.

(I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE! TO FIGHT FOR HIM!)

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Biboulet except today he didn't shave send post

- Idiot in Chief Raoul, co-leader of Knee-land and renowned Knee Biter

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Hi my dear fellows (that is to say the few people crazy enough to follow this thrilling adventure)! Today, I’m going to tell you a story. I’m stopping you, I know, you’re currently thinking that I’m going to tell a story about princesses and unicorns. That’s not the case unfortunately. I’m going to tell you a very dark story that took place in a very eerie place: an high school. This high school was ruled by a dictator who was very concerned about the so-called dignity of the place she was ruling. However, how can she think her school has dignity when she has employed a bearded-bald man to teach the arts of Socrate?

To begin with, the ba(l)d man asked me a question about politics. Unfortunately, he chose the wrong victim: myself! A convicted felon (no it’s a joke) anarchist, who spends his time insulting the right-wing. The dumb man asked where the nationalists (ick) stood politically. Without any hesitation, I simply said that the nationalists (an invasive animal species) can be found on the right-wing. He seemed skeptical and asked me on which side of the right the nationalists really stood. I finally replied that they were at the « end » of the right-wing. And then, this DUMBASS asked me if all right-wingers were extremists. Deep down, I knew I should’ve said yes. I wanted to say it! All eyes were on me. Including Biboulet’s. There was a huge moment of tension in that small room. I could’ve said it goddamn it! But I chose silence. Cowardice? Shyness? Afraid of the possible reaction of the person in front me? No. CENTRISM. My silence was similar to the Norman answers made by the President of France.

In the air, I sensed Biboulet’s disappointment. He thinks I’m a stupid little centrist. The antennas on his fesseticules must have turned an angry red that day. I must apologise. On my knees. If I don’t get his sumptuous forgiveness, I’ll disappear into the bowels of this Earth and finish into the nine circles of hell being chased by squares and crocodiles for eternity.

Thank u for reading this very dark story. Sincerely,

- His Royal Highness prince Edward of Whales (bloub bloub), first in line to the throne of the Knee-Land

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KNEE!!! BIBOULET, HE IS PENETRABLE!

TOWEL !! BOUBOULET HAS ASSBALLS !!

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As you may have noticed , we feel an ineffable disgust towards cisgender men. Therefore, you may find it contradictory, that we dedicated an entire Tumblr blog about a CIS MAN. However, I’m afraid you might be wrong. Biboulet is different. He’s not like the other men! (clichay) Indeed, his anatomy has a special feature (perhaps a gift from Dionysus): des fesseticules (assballs). This divine feature has a great utility: it has antennas and can thus connect to any Wi-FI network, without a password. Basically, it’s an even more powerful tool than those Wi-Fi routers that go haywire as soon as there’s a bit of rain or thunder.

Here’s a drawing of the so-called fesseticules!

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WHY DOES IT BARK

Mew

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Once upon a time there was a tall man named Triboulet. He had a goatee, however it went away. As it was an important part of his essence, as for many cisgender men (beurk) we decided it was a third ball. Therefore, the moment it went away, it seemed like he had lost something - HIS BALL! He then became a new man, a Biboulet.

At his moment, we became aware of his mind-blowing beauty, as it was hidden for so long (just like my d*ck), by the carpet that used to cover his chin. We then fell in love with him (but he also thinks one of us is a f*cking centrist! i’m not i promise). Which is why we made this absolutely f*cking amazing and god-like blog to celebrate everyday the coming of Biboulet on this Earth, this butterfly who was once a very hideous caterpillar.