No contenting!

I have a complaint: your bamboo ocean is not comfortable to swim in.

We are discontentaholics. Please keep pouring your sweet dark dissatisfaction onto us in endless amounts. We will do anything to displease you!

You Must Be Poured! Please.

I think I’ll look around for another blood bank, thank you.

Be aloud!

Incontinence, however, must be poured out in a more appropriate place.

Now is the pouring of our discontenting
Made glorious summing by this sign of Nanshan.

Like a bucket over you

Or pooped out if you prefer.

Man, this is annoying! I can’t go to the beach any more without having to swim in a f—-ing bamboo ocean.

Discount tenting isn’t much use when it’s pouring.

I am discontenting. I went fishing in your bamboo ocean and all I caught was a panda. How the f*** do I fit that in the frying pan??

What, I have to make a phone call to urinate?

Now is the winter of our discontenting
Made glorious summer by this sun of Shanghai
And all the clouds that poured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the bamboo ocean buried.

Nice to meet you, Bamboo Ocean. I’m a Fish In-Continent.

I have never met one person that feels content with swimming in bamboo ocean.

Discontinenting bamboo or incontinenting ocean?

WARNING — Fish And Crab from the Bamboo Ocean contain unsafe levels of discontent and are unfit for human consumption.

Warning: This pourn site contains adult discontenting.

Bamboo Ocean?! Bamboozling!

Once I was riched, now I am poured.

At least they said please.

‘Tis the pouring of my discontent.

Make us complaints. We will be stirred but not shaken.

– Hey, I caught Winnie the Bamboo!

This is the decanter of our discontent…

I think this is very nice use of the language. It makes perfect sense to me.

If you don’t like our bamboo ocean, you can….
😎
…leave.

In German: “das Herz ausschütten…” (“pour out the heart..”)