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...as I log back into Bastard Factory, a little tear gathers at the corner of my eye, it's because after all this time you people still want me back. Knowing that out of the 6 regular poster's who post here, 5 love me and 1 is jealous of me.
Naturally, just as the sun comes up everyday, I am that which you need and want. Let's be real for a minute. Who the fuck wants to see endless and copious amounts of threads from The Prowler begging any poster to ask about his stupid car, that the bald boring fucker can't bring with him when he finally dies after fellating the exhaust. Seriously, this forum has sucked big Lily ass for the last year, even worse when tards like Biggie Homo, and the rest of the TBC make you look like the asshurt dullards you fucks really are.
Let's get one thing clear, and this goes out to that Bastard Factory lap dog Retardicus, boy don't let your fat fucking overgrown ego get you fucked up. As it is Fat Alberticus, you are the fucking laughing stock on both here and at TBC. Just your 843 alts at The Blue Cashew says it all. You can't even raid/troll a forum if your next meal of nothing but dicks and donuts depended on it. You are a true bitch Atariticus.
Let's get down to the genesis of the issue here. Stupidicus thinks that I'm the backstabber in regard to what happened between myself, Pluto sized Lily and that sad sack of dog testicles, Bastard Factory himself. The 3 dolts can cry all day and night, but that's not going to change the very fact that Mrs. The-Interwebs-Is-My-Life-Lily decided that she'd had enough and decided to disseminate Biggie Fathead's personal info to BF himself. Whatever happened after that is a moot point because sycophant Lily was idiotic enough lend out her own personal information. What I did wasn't honorable either, the point being, none of this would have come to fruition had Large-Marge Lily controlled her emotions. As far as what Bastard Factory did, I'm not excusing it, but I've come to find out that BF has had past brain damage to his frontal lobe, which would explain his childish actions, like ringing someone up on a Sunday morning. In the end, everyone involved is to be blamed, except for me because people naturally want to pin stuff on me because...they're all jealous me.
In closing, it's like sort of a homecoming for me today. I just want everyone to know that I will say that I have a modicum of respect for Bastard Factory (He knows what I'm talking about) , even if he is just a childish fuck deep down. I suggest that you fuckers start improving in several areas...like getting rid of X and his ass smelling spam. I suggest putting a muzzle on Admin's butthole, as to control the flow of nonsense that streams out on a daily basis. Additionally, I also concur that Mentally ill Lily should also be forced to get another psych evaluation just to make sure she doesn't send out Santa Claus' phone number to Bastard Factory, because he didn't deliver her much needed replacement udders. With that being said, you can all fuck off and die.
...as I log back into Bastard Factory, a little tear gathers at the corner of my eye, it's because after all this time you people still want me back. Knowing that out of the 6 regular poster's who post here, 5 love me and 1 is jealous of me.
Naturally, just as the sun comes up everyday, I am that which you need and want. Let's be real for a minute. Who the fuck wants to see endless and copious amounts of threads from The Prowler begging any poster to ask about his stupid car, that the bald boring fucker can't bring with him when he finally dies after fellating the exhaust. Seriously, this forum has sucked big Lily ass for the last year, even worse when tards like Biggie Homo, and the rest of the TBC make you look like the asshurt dullards you fucks really are.
Let's get one thing clear, and this goes out to that Bastard Factory lap dog Retardicus, boy don't let your fat fucking overgrown ego get you fucked up. As it is Fat Alberticus, you are the fucking laughing stock on both here and at TBC. Just your 843 alts at The Blue Cashew says it all. You can't even raid/troll a forum if your next meal of nothing but dicks and donuts depended on it. You are a true bitch Atariticus.
Let's get down to the genesis of the issue here. Stupidicus thinks that I'm the backstabber in regard to what happened between myself, Pluto sized Lily and that sad sack of dog testicles, Bastard Factory himself. The 3 dolts can cry all day and night, but that's not going to change the very fact that Mrs. The-Interwebs-Is-My-Life-Lily decided that she'd had enough and decided to disseminate Biggie Fathead's personal info to BF himself. Whatever happened after that is a moot point because sycophant Lily was idiotic enough lend out her own personal information. What I did wasn't honorable either, the point being, none of this would have come to fruition had Large-Marge Lily controlled her emotions. As far as what Bastard Factory did, I'm not excusing it, but I've come to find out that BF has had past brain damage to his frontal lobe, which would explain his childish actions, like ringing someone up on a Sunday morning. In the end, everyone involved is to be blamed, except for me because people naturally want to pin stuff on me because...they're all jealous me.
In closing, it's like sort of a homecoming for me today. I just want everyone to know that I will say that I have a modicum of respect for Bastard Factory (He knows what I'm talking about) , even if he is just a childish fuck deep down. I suggest that you fuckers start improving in several areas...like getting rid of X and his ass smelling spam. I suggest putting a muzzle on Admin's butthole, as to control the flow of nonsense that streams out on a daily basis. Additionally, I also concur that Mentally ill Lily should also be forced to get another psych evaluation just to make sure she doesn't send out Santa Claus' phone number to Bastard Factory, because he didn't deliver her much needed replacement udders. With that being said, you can all fuck off and die.
