havoc
Shaolin Ninja
First you ask for your own death by inquiring about a "Flame" board where other faggots on this board could practice there worthless jargon of so called flames in a hopeless attempt to "sharpen" there flame skills.
Second, you post a PM'd message from Skywalker that was obviously meant to be "private" to you hence the initials PM. What does this all mean? You are about to be bludgeoned in a cyber fahion squeaky balls.
Instead of worrying about what is edited , censored, moved, deleted, etc etc just go back to polishing your feminine fingernails with your foreskin and reading Michael Jackson interviews before I notice those big bulbous shit colored eyes of yours peaking out from behind your 82 Oaklies over the gooed together pages in another attempt to swipe a glance at my ass while I'm taking practice swings at your immediate relatives with a Louisville Slugger without me turning around to slap the barnicles out of your unibrow. Ruining you is like driving a Chevy Blazer through a patch of daffodils and pissing in the nearby bird bath. You're shit. Literally, I say that because you are packed so full of shit that every time somebody prods your gag reflex with the end of their prick, you start splooging and leaking multicolored excrement out of every oriface imaginable including your earlobes, the hole in the top of your head, resulting in one very dissatisfied customer, a colorful array of insults, and a refund.
I look forward to your pre school reply, let me know what you think, I'll just throw a flame together real quick, humilate you and get on with my life. Honestly I advise you to walk away while you still can because I will verbally kick your testicles to Uranus and slap your face so hard your knee high bobbie socks will drop into your fucking hushpuppies, nerd.
Second, you post a PM'd message from Skywalker that was obviously meant to be "private" to you hence the initials PM. What does this all mean? You are about to be bludgeoned in a cyber fahion squeaky balls.
Instead of worrying about what is edited , censored, moved, deleted, etc etc just go back to polishing your feminine fingernails with your foreskin and reading Michael Jackson interviews before I notice those big bulbous shit colored eyes of yours peaking out from behind your 82 Oaklies over the gooed together pages in another attempt to swipe a glance at my ass while I'm taking practice swings at your immediate relatives with a Louisville Slugger without me turning around to slap the barnicles out of your unibrow. Ruining you is like driving a Chevy Blazer through a patch of daffodils and pissing in the nearby bird bath. You're shit. Literally, I say that because you are packed so full of shit that every time somebody prods your gag reflex with the end of their prick, you start splooging and leaking multicolored excrement out of every oriface imaginable including your earlobes, the hole in the top of your head, resulting in one very dissatisfied customer, a colorful array of insults, and a refund.
I look forward to your pre school reply, let me know what you think, I'll just throw a flame together real quick, humilate you and get on with my life. Honestly I advise you to walk away while you still can because I will verbally kick your testicles to Uranus and slap your face so hard your knee high bobbie socks will drop into your fucking hushpuppies, nerd.