bloodinbloodout
New member
I'm going to say this once.
I don't do karma games. I don't do this E shit.
To me, you're a laughing stock corn pone who whores out his daughter to try to get puss because obviously you can't get much better than that poofy haired oompa loompa you call a girlfriend.
What I will tell you is this: you don't impress me, maybe you impress everyone else here. You'll never be as smart as me, you'll never make as much money as me. If I were to have thirty seconds in a cage with you believe me you'd have a lot more to worry about than how many crest white strips you have left.
I come on here to read the MMA forum, the exercise forum and occassionally when bored at work (yeah, I work..what the hell do you do besides "rule" some chat board...you obviously don't work out son)I indulge and occassionally post on the chat forum. And yes, I called you son, because I would dominate you in every way. That short, cankled ugly bitch...yea, I'd fuck her too. Actually maybe I wouldn't, too ugly.
You'll never see the success I have. You'll never make the lifts I make. All you'll have going for you is some elite fitness groupies who you'll probably never meet anyway.
Now go bake me a cake you fucking beaver cleaver, cross between Tom Hanks and a retarded "Ross" from friends mother fucker.
Maybe you should go worry about getting your kid some better toys than some rusted out 10 pound dumbells that you just finished doing weighted jumping jacks with.
I don't take shit from anyone in person and I damn sure don't take shit from some googly eyed 40 year old loser dad over a computer. If you think I'm kidding, set the time, place and venue and lets see who's really on who's
"hit list."
Bitch.
I don't do karma games. I don't do this E shit.
To me, you're a laughing stock corn pone who whores out his daughter to try to get puss because obviously you can't get much better than that poofy haired oompa loompa you call a girlfriend.
What I will tell you is this: you don't impress me, maybe you impress everyone else here. You'll never be as smart as me, you'll never make as much money as me. If I were to have thirty seconds in a cage with you believe me you'd have a lot more to worry about than how many crest white strips you have left.
I come on here to read the MMA forum, the exercise forum and occassionally when bored at work (yeah, I work..what the hell do you do besides "rule" some chat board...you obviously don't work out son)I indulge and occassionally post on the chat forum. And yes, I called you son, because I would dominate you in every way. That short, cankled ugly bitch...yea, I'd fuck her too. Actually maybe I wouldn't, too ugly.
You'll never see the success I have. You'll never make the lifts I make. All you'll have going for you is some elite fitness groupies who you'll probably never meet anyway.
Now go bake me a cake you fucking beaver cleaver, cross between Tom Hanks and a retarded "Ross" from friends mother fucker.
Maybe you should go worry about getting your kid some better toys than some rusted out 10 pound dumbells that you just finished doing weighted jumping jacks with.
I don't take shit from anyone in person and I damn sure don't take shit from some googly eyed 40 year old loser dad over a computer. If you think I'm kidding, set the time, place and venue and lets see who's really on who's
"hit list."
Bitch.