- Reaction score
- 777
- Location
- meltdown
You know I'm talking about YOU, faggot. Does any fucking body keep their eye contact with a shrumpy loser like you? Of course not. Do you merely blend in with the rest of the walking husks, shuffling this way or that, hopefully not even paying attention for the best times to cross streets? Yup, that's you alright. Don't bother dumping your failings onto another one of your comrades here, it'll be an obvious dodge if anybody is even looking your miserable way.
You got eyes to read my brilliance, or at least one to glibly slowly gloss my beeoots, free presents to you all. But you ain't got no faces, which is probably true if you took a survey of random folks and extended family. You just fucking suck because you don't stand out in any goddamn way. Your clothes? Your haircut? The dark purple bags under those eyes without a face? You ain't shit. Never been, never will be, so a line needs to start forming in the same nonsensical ways you idiots post to suck my awesome dick - fact.
You already suck on so many things, suck at it as well. So unless your name is Vile_Pile, "fight" your fucking ways to the front so you can taste my first vanilla sweet load, with hints of almonds and your mother's breath. Now...
SSS
- I guess tomorrow on Easter will be just as fine
You got eyes to read my brilliance, or at least one to glibly slowly gloss my beeoots, free presents to you all. But you ain't got no faces, which is probably true if you took a survey of random folks and extended family. You just fucking suck because you don't stand out in any goddamn way. Your clothes? Your haircut? The dark purple bags under those eyes without a face? You ain't shit. Never been, never will be, so a line needs to start forming in the same nonsensical ways you idiots post to suck my awesome dick - fact.
You already suck on so many things, suck at it as well. So unless your name is Vile_Pile, "fight" your fucking ways to the front so you can taste my first vanilla sweet load, with hints of almonds and your mother's breath. Now...
SSS
- I guess tomorrow on Easter will be just as fine