What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.
Everyone is very scared of you. You're the scary naked fat man in mom's basement, shitting in his diapers while eating a 30 inch pizza. Or, possibly not. Since we're all random dudes. You may try to scare me. I don't give a shit. Enjoy scripting your anger while drinking a gallon of Coke.
Everyone is very scared of you. You're the scary naked fat man in mom's basement, shitting in his diapers while eating a 30 inch pizza. Or, possibly not. Since we're all random dudes. You may try to scare me. I don't give a shit. Enjoy scripting your anger while drinking a gallon of Coke.
I'd poo me pants.
I'd poo me pants.
you mean you peed your pants, dickweed.
you mean you peed your pants, dickweed.
You would watch me pee my pants wouldn't you?
You would watch me pee my pants wouldn't you?
Please, a link? for us all I mean...
Please, a link? for us all I mean...
I'm so embarrassed!!!
I'm so embarrassed!!!
Some of us are fuckin real.
Coming soon from the Global Zionist Corporate Establishment, the new Apple iKek!
You know, there's a thing we say on the internet, when we refer to things outside of the realm of the scope of the internet, we say "IRL", which means "In Real Life"; ponder on that for a moment, I'll wait. On one hand, the internet; on the other hand, real life; on the gripping hand, posting - the coolest of all hobbies.
How can we be real when we're just words on the internet, and the internet itself don't real?
But now that I've DESTROYED your argument with FACTS and RULES LAWYERING, let's get back on topic, because if I am recollecting correctly, you want to fight, and if you want to fight, then we can fucking fight. Meet me down by the overpass, it's bring your own hammer, and there'll be more of me than there are of you, so bring some boys as well.
And you'd better bring the noise (this is a lot of stuff to bring, you might want to pack a case), because if we get out there and you get out there and you deliver to us a subpar fight, I am going to be mighty disappointed. So disappointed, in fact, that I'll astral-project right out of my body and follow your dearly departed spirit to whatever afterlife it's headed for, just so's I can beat your ass with the whole cosmos as my witness.
It's on, now. It's on. It's activated. It - whatever the hell it is - is so on, that it's going down. Consequences are never gonna be the same again. There's no avoiding it now. The only way out is to leave.
> Some of us are fuckin real.
*Coming soon from the Global Zionist Corporate Establishment, the new Apple iKek!*
You know, there's a thing we say on the internet, when we refer to things outside of the realm of the scope of the internet, we say "IRL", which means "In Real Life"; ponder on that for a moment, I'll wait. On one hand, the internet; on the other hand, real life; on the gripping hand, posting - the coolest of all hobbies.
How can we be real when we're just words on the internet, and the internet itself don't real?
But now that I've DESTROYED your argument with FACTS and RULES LAWYERING, let's get back on topic, because if I am recollecting correctly, you want to fight, and if you want to fight, then we can fucking fight. Meet me down by the overpass, it's bring your own hammer, and there'll be more of me than there are of you, so bring some boys as well.
And you'd better bring the noise (this is a lot of stuff to bring, you might want to pack a case), because if we get out there and you get out there and you deliver to us a subpar fight, I am going to be mighty disappointed. So disappointed, in fact, that I'll astral-project right out of my body and follow your dearly departed spirit to whatever afterlife it's headed for, just so's I can beat your ass with the whole cosmos as my witness.
It's on, now. It's *on.* It's **activated**. It - whatever the hell *it* is - is so on, that it's going down. Consequences are never gonna be the same again. There's no avoiding it now. The only way out is to leave.
I'll Poal ya three and raise one.
I'll Poal ya three and raise one.
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