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I'm the dude that your girl is in with when you're at work saving up for her new purse
I don’t give a who you are or where you live. You can count on me to be there to bring your ing life to a ish end. I’ll put you in so much ing pain that it’ll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a ing back massage on a tropical island .
I don’t give a how many reps you have or how tough you are IRL, how well you can fight, or how many ing guns you own to protect yourself. I’ll ing show up at your house when you aren’t home. I’ll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn your gas stove burners on and let them waste gas. You’re going to start stressing the out, your blood pressure will triple, and you’ll have a ing heart attack.
You’ll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing you’ll see when you’re being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed like a doctor. When you wake up after being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. You’ll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you walk out the front door of the hospital to go home I’ll run you over with my ing car out of no where and kill you.
I just want you to know how easily I could ing destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how I’d rather go to a great ng length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living, breathing ing . It’s too late to save yourself, but don’t bother committing suicide either… I’ll ing bring you back to life and kill you again myself you -faced got.
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I'm the dude that your girl is in with when you're at work saving up for her new purse
Tbh wtf is this tbh? Some feud? tl dr more than the first few sentences.
What many refer to as a "meme".
Or as Kirby pronounces it, "ME. I said ME mother er, ME!"
Why bring up Kobe Bryant at such a random moment? Are you trying to derail the thread to yet another Kobe discussion? He's irrelevant right now - treat him as such.
Has anybody ever tried cooking with their own semen?
About a month ago I got adventurous and decided to fap into the frying pan, using my semen in place of little extra butter I usually put in the pan when I'm grilling grill'd cheese.
I didn't notice much difference in flavour when I tried it, although it definitely didn't taste any worse.
Last night, however, while in the process leading up to grilling two sandwiches for lunch for myself and my sick mother, I noticed my neighbour's 13 year old daughter changing in the yard next door (our window sort of faces out into the neighbour's yard, the suburban layout of our community is somewhat strange), presumably after getting out of the pool. I got the urge to fap and decided to encorporate it into my cooking again in secret.
My mother did seem to notice a difference in flavour for the better - I nonchalantly told her I used a different butter, which in it's essence wasn't entirely a lie, I just didn't specify it was my nut butter. I'm not about to outright lie to my mother.
I consider myself a respectable man of principles, you know.
that seems like something the Aids man would do
you know when you eat a male crab, the most delicious part is the colorless gel in the center of its body under its red s , and you know what it is.
I want this on my tombstone
Sounds like a good movie concept, tbqh
I don’t give a who you are or where you live. You can count on me to be there to bring your ing life to a ish end. I’ll put you in so much ing pain that it’ll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a ing back massage on a tropical island .
I don’t give a how many reps you have or how tough you are IRL, how well you can fight, or how many ing guns you own to protect yourself. I’ll ing show up at your house when you aren’t home. I’ll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn your gas stove burners on and let them waste gas. You’re going to start stressing the out, your blood pressure will triple, and you’ll have a ing heart attack.
You’ll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing you’ll see when you’re being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed like a doctor. When you wake up after being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. You’ll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you walk out the front door of the hospital to go home I’ll run you over with my ing car out of no where and kill you.
I just want you to know how easily I could ing destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how I’d rather go to a great ng length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living, breathing ing . It’s too late to save yourself, but don’t bother committing suicide either… I’ll ing bring you back to life and kill you again myself you -faced got.
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this one was better imo
i told him he shouldn't of posted that..but wearing white pants.. thats on you son
Way to hold down his street cred champ. I'm from Brooklyn buddy, I've been there done that homie, and I wear white pants on top of all of that. That's bravado you can't brave to swallow.
same with duck congee, that yellow that looks like egg is actually not egg but testicles...lmao fkn gooks nothing goes to waste
What in Davy Jones' locker did ye just bark at me, ye scurvy bilgerat? I'll have ye know I be the meanest cutthroat on the seven seas, and I've led numerous raids on fishing villages, and raped over 300 wenches. I be trained in hit-and-run pillaging and be the deadliest with a pistol of all the captains on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but another source o' swag. I'll have yer guts for garters and keel haul ye like never been done before, hear me true. You think ye can hide behind your newfangled computing device? Think twice on that, scallywag. As we parley I be contacting my secret network o' pirates across the sea and yer port is being tracked right now so ye better prepare for the typhoon, weevil. The kind o' monsoon that'll wipe ye off the map. You're sharkbait, fool. I can sail anywhere, in any waters, and can kill ye in o'er seven hundred ways, and that be just with me hook and fist. Not only do I be top o' the line with a cutlass, but I have an entire pirate fleet at my beck and call and I'll damned sure use it all to wipe yer arse off o' the world, ye dog. If only ye had had the foresight to know what devilish wrath your jibe was about to incur, ye might have belayed the comment. But ye couldn't, ye didn't, and now ye'll pay the ultimate toll, you buffoon. I'll fury all over ye and ye'll drown in the depths o' it. You're fish food now
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