Meme lord banned words because it grosses them out. This is WRONG and IMMORAL and THIRD THING. Please help out.

To strengthen this petition, change.org is telling me to make a longer description. I hope this is enough, otherwise I will be throwing copypastas in to artificially inflate the length.

You. Me. Gas station. What are we getting for dinner? Sushi of course. Uh oh! There was a roofie in our gas station sushi. We black out and wake up in a sewer surrounded by fish. Horny fish. You know what that means. Fish orgy. The stench draws in a bear. What do we do? We're gonna fight it. Bear fight. Bare handed. Bare, naked? Oh, yes please. We befriend the bear after we beat it in a brawl and ride it into a Chuck E. Cheese. Dance Dance Revolution. Revolution? Overthrow the government? Uh, I think so. Next thing you know, I'm reincarnated as Jesus Christ. Then I turn into a jet, fly into the sun, black out again, wake up, do a bump, white out, which I didn't even know you could do. Then I smoked a joint, greened out. Then I turn into the sun. Uh oh! Looks like the meth is kicking in. aklfhaofhasfahfakh AAAAAAAAA afahfioahflkf AAAAA

You know, they say all men are created equal, but you look at me and you look at Samoa Joe and you can see that statement is not true! See, normally, if you go one-on-one with another wrestler, you got a 50/50 chance of winning. But I'm a genetic freak and I'm not normal, so you got a 25% at BEST at beat me! Then you add Kurt Angle to the mix, your the chances of winning drastic go down. See the threeway at Sacrifice, you got a 33 and a third chance at winning. But I! I got a 66 and two-thirds chance at winning cuz Kurt Angle knows he can't beat me and he's not even gonna try! So Samoa Joe, you take your 33 and a third chance minus my 25% chance and you got an 8 and a third chance of winning at Sacrifice. But then you take my 75 perchance chance of winning (if we was to go one-on-one) and then add 66 and two-thirds ch--percents, I got a 141 and two-thirds chance of winning at Sacrifice. Senor Joe, the numbers don't lie, and they spell disaster for you at Sacrifice.