PSUFAN wrote:How about we just call you "fucking unreadable"?
Dude, it's 1:30pm in glorious CenKal. 15 highly-skilled mexicans could get drunk on the sauce that could be wrung out of your liver. That's a LOT of pissLite to be quaffing before noon, pal. Go EASY, so you can fire a synapse or two later on today, when you and RtS roll out your prayer mats and trade hosannas and birch rods via IM.
Go brick up your fucking keyboard Amontillado style, you goddamned nimrod.
Just got off the celly with my dawg Bill Belichik. Dude heard about my skills with high tech video and complex tracking equipment, and wants to take me up on my services.
Time to get PIZZAID!
Every time you fucksticks see the Patriots running up the score on some slapdick AFC team, just assume it was Stevo at work BIAATCHES!
The Crew, like Ken Lay and other insane Christer capitalist assholes, is going down. Wake up, you pathetic poached egg handshake. You easy-rolled doughnut bitch. Are you ready to WAKE THE FUCK UP?
YOU....yes YOU, you man-titted, circumcised plaything. Stop hiding and start facing the weather.
uh, dude. muzzies get their pencils sharpened too, if I'm not mistaken. Why don't you pull up off that thing for a efw seconds and confirm that for me.
tia
mvscal wrote:The only precious metals in a SHTF scenario are lead and brass.
