Now that is just uncalled for. You ought to be ashamed and think about what you just posted.
Bad, BlueBalls. Bad.
Good day to you.
I agree :ban:
Now that is just uncalled for. You ought to be ashamed and think about what you just posted.
Bad, BlueBalls. Bad.
Good day to you.
I need to get laid. Badly. Who wants to do the nasty with me?
Now that is just uncalled for. You ought to be ashamed and think about what you just posted.
Bad, BlueBalls. Bad.
Good day to you.
You have AIDS! And herpes!
Score two for me, bitches!!!!
I need to get laid. Badly. Who wants to do the nasty with me?
BlueBalls will. See my sig.
You eat Gonorrhea for breakfast and Crabs for dinner!
Score two more for me, sack face!
I haven't seen mrtrebus showing any sense of humour.
I "inflict doughbaggary" and I'm a total asshole to all members equally, but I get sex all the time.
This is all well and good. But what of lunch, my friend? WHAT. OF. LUNCH!?
Your utter failure at simple logical absolutes shocks and astounds me.
Can you smell the failure seeping from those gaping greasy pores of yours? Can you? I bet the stink of failure just surrounds you at all times. Can those you love smell it to? I bet they can.
I bet they can.... how sad.
True. Getting laid most times only affects taking the bitchiness out of chicks.
When you really think about it, getting laid for guys actually makes those who tend to be assholes even bigger ones.
When you really think about it, getting laid for guys actually makes those who tend to be assholes even bigger ones.
Yeah, I know, I'm a douche. Fuck you :thefinger:
You suck on my balls all day you haven't time for lunch until I clock you out for the day. Bitch!
That "failure" you claim to be seeping from me are the nutrients that keeps you going for the day to make it from breakfast to dinner. Bitch!
You are welcome for it is I that am providing you a place to stay during the day. If I loved you I might keep you overnight. But I don't.
Bitch!
Aaaaaaaaaaaay.
P.S.
That episode when you jumped the Shark Tank was probably the best Happy Days episode ever, up there with when the Brady Bunch went to Hawaii and Peter got bitten by the poison Tarantula.
So, let me try to unpack your complete failure of cognition here. You really think that the news that you seem so proud to be sharing with these mouth breathing pig fuckers (who wouldn't be fit to hold a polite conversation with a retarded fat woman who is routinely taken advantage of by the nurses at her care home because she likes people looking at her anus, that wouldn't end with both individuals clawing at the same corner while shrieking like foxes in heat; crying and repeatedly punching themselves in the face), that because you have, over the past couple years fed me your failure I'm now supposed to be shocked, annoyed or full of an unending array of negative emotions that just overwhelm my very being and break me in front of everyone?
No my friend. Just no. What you seem to have failed to realise here is that your failure has given me life, life that I wear with pride because if nothing else, it reminds those around me that both I and they are better than you'll ever be. The inhabitant of that pathetic weak little skull of yours is a fool and your actions here today have proven this so.
You sir, have just made my week. Thank you.
Indeed. :yesyes: :thumbsup:
Lets wax that sack together lover boy.
Ever since the development of penicillin, you rarely see syphillus used as an insult anymore. Shame...You have AIDS! And herpes!
Score two for me, bitches!!!!
I would like to have sex with you, Ike. But my heart belongs to another.
Me and meesterperfect are in love and nothing's going to get in the way of that.