Wodin, quit shoving pennies in your dickhead, in hopes of ejaculating some common sense...
Nerd, you've had more owners than the amish shit stained hand me downs you sport like a fresh pair of karl kani jeans, so stop dry pumping your sperm rod of embarassment into a dead tree like your molly shannon, before you get a splinter in your miniature mangled clitoris, you ass polishing cue stick. You're no match unless your dressing up with Corn for the typical friday night super heroes slumber party. Keep it up Ebeneezer Scrooge and I'll will stab you with soup ladle then send Terell Davis' mom over with a hefty serving of "Chunky" you syphillis spreading sausage mounter.
See, the mistake you made is thinking I have no flaming skills, I will verbally shit on your alzheimers melon head any day of the week dick hamper.