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[Blandscape]

Foxy trolled the fuck outta you

Explain how Flea.

Bullet point it.

 

[Blandscape]

Say something that doesn't involve someone else's coat-tails?

 

[Blandscape]

Anything?

 

[The Countess]

@Regan , oh man I needed this laugh!!

 

[Blandscape]

Explain why Proxy bringing in 4 other posters into my inbox resulted in me slapping all 5 of them around, and why that is antyhing but me slapping 5 posters around, in da same thread?

 

[Blandscape]

Yeah you need a laugh, it's not as if ye can provide any.

 

[Blandscape]

You have not read the thread. That's why I want it posted.

 

[Aylana]

 

[Blandscape]

I inadvertently fucked dem all up Flea, dat's why all Proxy has now is giffs in our tiffs..

 

[Blandscape]

Send in Poppy, Proxy. I likes eviscerating Poppy.

 

[Blandscape]

Come out to play Poppet.

 

[Blandscape]

Pooooppy!

Where are ye?

 

[Blandscape]

If all we have is what might be,
when Poppy decides on her ABC,
What talent she will bring to bare,
When it's too late fur anyone else left to care.

 

[Blandscape]

I fuck Proxy up on demand,
and Regan just gives himself a hand,
When his wanking chariot is at full tilt,
He crashes it in a horrific guilt.

 

[Blandscape]

A guilt that see's himself laid bare,
And his ego left in a tattered disrepair,
And as the sun goes down on what might have been,
He is reduced to the designation of collateral never has been.

 

[Blandscape]

I inadvertently fucked dem all up Flea, dat's why all Proxy has now is giffs in our tiffs..

 

[Aylana]

Did your penis magically grow a size bigger as soon as you started this thread?

I mean, its nice and all that you finally left your room, but...

Ugh, you having a mental breakdown.

Do you want a cup cake?

 

[Blandscape]

C'mon Poppet, get yer ducks in a line, yer 1950's flame retardant pantyhose unbundled and Proxy's hold over ye like a pimp in a Blaxploitation movie.

Get yer shite together old girl, there is poetry in whit you always refuse to write.

 

[Blandscape]

I write whit comes tae me, you seem to need tae wait fur proxy tae catch up.

 

[The Countess]

cun’T was in your inbox, you blithering wanker

 

[Blandscape]

Why wid I notice if Twatty was in my inbox, he's even less talented than Proxy?

 

[Blandscape]

You see BF, this is why we need the thread published.

 

[Blandscape]

I want Poppy to make her mark, dat lass has never once worked for it.

 

[The Countess]

Was he bitch slapping you again

 

[Blandscape]

It doesn't surprise me Twatty was trying to get my attention, I'm only surprised he kept it down to a hobbled paragraph, instead of a three page entreaty.

 

[Blandscape]

Was he bitch slapping you again

Jesus, you begged, literally begged for my help against Twatty and Proxy at FT, and look at you go here.

Wishing you had an opinion worth listening too.

I'm waiting on Poppy.

What are you waiting on, being bitten by a radioactive spider or liked by Proxy?

 

[Blandscape]

Now where is Poppy? Or Cunty, or Regan, or Proxy, or who fucking cares....let's be 'aving ye!

 

[Aylana]

 

[Blandscape]

You were right to take the fight to my inbox Proxy, you are no match for me, even wiff Twatty on your team Fuckup!

 

[Blandscape]

How's CW, has she forgiven you for destroying her site with Twatty's help?