I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast.

What did the goofoff say to the serious person? Why so serious¿

Listen, I don't know where you are from, but where I'm from we HIT BITCHES LIKE YOU. That's right, no disrespect needed. No toning down required. Just straight bitch slaps and choking. If we meet, I'm slapping your shit on sight.

Aye PuNK! I Cent Ya On deR FacEbOOk tALKING SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT, WEL i's HEEDEDIN OOOOOOOOOOVa TO whoOp Dat Ass!! And Den YA gURLS pUZZY bE mIYNE!

How do you keep a blonde entertained? A flash light and string.

You are about as entertaining as a child's inflatable punching toy. You bop it, it springs back, you bop it again and you forget it ever existed. It slowly deflates in an unused corner, then one day you throw it away. There's nothing wrong with you that couldn't be cured with a little Prozac and a polo mallet, or, better yet, suicide. Maybe you wouldn't read like such a pathetic loser if you weren't afflicted with mental retardation; if your weren't so fat that when you stand on the weighing scale, it reads: "Sorry, we don't weigh livestock.", or if you didn't have a face like a bulldog chewing a stinging nettle while taking a constipated dump in a heat wave. Who am I kidding? You would. In future, wake up the dozy peglegged hamster operating that wheel-powered brain of yours before you start typing.

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Electronic thug. A pale, pimple faced, skinny white kid who would most likely burn up if he came into contact with natural sunlight. Spends all of his time threatening people over the internet to compensate for his lack of a life and hatred of humanity for not accepting him.