It's English.... I know you struggle.
No, I'm simply not interested in your whine.
You really don't know how unhappy you come off do you?
Squeal at me moar, Post-fertile Peppa Pig...

I'll take that as a "No, I know I sound like an incredibly content individual".
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Do you score a dumpster load of stale Olive Garden bread sticks?
Non-sequitur up, Eeyore?
Is that how you think the word English is spelled, Porkzilla?
Just no.
I'm not Chilean and neither are you.
I am more than your kids, cachai?
Oh... mock outrage... goody gumdrops!Don't talk about my children. They're not posters here.
Oh... mock outrage... goody gumdrops!
This is why everybody thinks you can't hang on forums like this. Even when somebody ISN'T attacking your family or kids, you revert to triggered beaner Karen and insist they're still attacking your kids.
You are one low IQ toting spic... I don't know why Flea stuck up for you in the beginning, or why you turned on her.... except jealousy.
You are literally bringing my kids into a conversation that isn't about my kids.
Why?
I reminded you about a prior boast of yours when you said that you've written in the ethnicity of your children on US Census forms as "Mapuche" a term in Chile akin to LatinX but with heaps more laughter aimed at anyone who says it.
Logic, pig.... learn to use it.
My children have nothing to do with the thread. Whatever the voices in your head whisper to you is not my problem.
And whatever offends you is also not my problem. Seek help, you perpetually pissed off pussy.
Unseemly!
Your girth has never met a seam it couldn't burst.... just sayin... oink oink.
Take off your feed bag (aka Cheesecake Factory Dumpster) first!Take off your girdle, girlie...
Take off your feed bag (aka Cheesecake Factory Dumpster) first!
I’m thrilled you’re almost there. Especially since you pay to die.Death is a temporary ailment in the cycle of life...like birth...but when you retire from your life before your inevitable death, you're actually speeding that death along exponentially. You're giving in to failure or diminished returns.
Retirement is cowardice.
My great grandfather passed away in the early 80's at the age of 94 living on his own, tending to all his needs except a weekly grocery drop (blizzards permitting), and surrounded by 50 years worth of obituary clippings and a dozen different types of handheld magnifying glasses. Standard greeting was a knock on his door and the words, "don't shoot, pa. It's so and so".
I still remember him placing his father's 1873 back under the mattress of his bed in his living room (stairs were too steep to get back down once upstairs), and gloating how he outlasted some bastard or another he knew, then showing us the clipping before offering us kids freshly made venison jerky and ginger ale.
He did everything he could to live each day of his life the same as his first days... and he didn't go on some stupid "vacays"... or had mochafappachinkos with the few remaining survivors down at a Micky D's every morning.
I found his calvary saddle a decade after he passed.... nobody knew or said to us youmger ones that he was a medic in WW1 and killed far more people than he was given a chance to save.
If it weren't for his farm journals and scribbled almanacs, none of us would have known that he shrewdly navigated the Depression for his family, but managed to keep his neighbours fed whether they had something to trade or not.
He leased his land to a neighbour in his latter years but kept his job living his life just like he always did. A grumpy old yet delightful patriarch who didn't expect handouts because his use by date expired a long time before.
So when I type ***spit*** to you....at you...
***spit!***, I mean it... at you and any other motherfucker contemplating a gravy life.
Life is a gift. Don't be a beaner.
I’m thrilled you’re almost there. Especially since you pay to die.
OINK oink! Get into mah bellah!
I know who Lee Greenwood is... I'd rather listen to him than some buggered bunny rabbit queerdo from Puerto Rico.