Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by Resurrection_Joe, Oct 17, 2006.
Up for a nonsense fight? Classical vicious style?
Let me grab some belly stuffing goodies. Go ahead. Have at me.
Impalement of my last lament
Nothing exists beyong the wrist
Thy rabbit is gone
There is no son
I declare your statement void, following RCW. 50.183.1856, and in the name of all things discontent and marshmellowy.
Tripcode number 544.33 predominately exemps me from anything involving rap, russian dressing, old people, and your bull****
The seed of my loins shall prosper in your nasal cavity.
Hey, when I frequent the places I'm known to rock, you hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
My nose is not for you. I am flawed but improving. I am going to kill every single one of your ancestors.
I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world
It's the RJ, see
See? I see what I wish to see, and much you cannot. My eyes have tasted the ripples of time that stretch beyond inconcievable horizons. Your pitiful existence may only be justified by your loose left nostril.
**** Y'ALL ALL OF Y'ALL!
Your eyes see what you wish to see because you are deluded. I tore your eye out with the front sight of a gun that belonged to a man long dead.
He walks, you won't
I've crushed beer cans with more regret than I will have when I kill you
Crushing beer cans is only so intimidating when you have to use a cinderblock to accomplish the deed. It is even less imposing when it is revealed you found the cinderblock under beaterk20's bed, with a bottle of lotion.
Kill me? You will crumple before my might.
Only my wang will crumple at the sight of your vast unsexiness
You know what? I hate robbing banks! I HATE MEXICO! NO I DO NOT WANT TO SEE A DONKEY SHOW! NO I DO NOT WANT ANY MORE TEQUILA! GET THOUSE STRIPPERS AWAY FROM ME!
You will be naught but memory but the time the sun rends the sky this day.
Skeet. I skeet upon you.
Alas, even I, in my early stages, must sleep.
I win, by the way. Hardcore.
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