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Who thinks that Satanic Goatslayer has a deep rooted psychological problem!!
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Frackal
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You're a deadman.
Freak Show
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Seems quite normal to me.
satanic goatslayer
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I do.
The fucking cockbiter amputated my bloody arm and sold the damned thing to the old blind lady down the street. He actually beat her into submission with it then stole her money.
Bastard.
The fucking cockbiter amputated my bloody arm and sold the damned thing to the old blind lady down the street. He actually beat her into submission with it then stole her money.
Bastard.
tryin_to_bulk
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Satanic Goatslayer said:
hee hee
You are right up there with manson you twisted SOB 
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DcupSheepNipples
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"Who thinks that Satanic Goatslayer has a deep rooted psychological problem!!"
He seems pretty normal to me!
A man phones a mental hospital
and asks the receptionist if there is
anybody in Room 27.
She goes and checks, and comes
back to the phone, telling him that
the room is empty. "Good,"
says the man. "That means I
must have really escaped."
"Insanity is my only means of relaxation."
He seems pretty normal to me!
A man phones a mental hospital
and asks the receptionist if there is
anybody in Room 27.
She goes and checks, and comes
back to the phone, telling him that
the room is empty. "Good,"
says the man. "That means I
must have really escaped."
"Insanity is my only means of relaxation."
satanic goatslayer
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It's odd how the subjects of intelligence and love came up, because I was just telling my close friend an anecdote about them the other day.
My friend was in a coma, as some of you know, but died a few months back. Toothless and I didn't cry much due to the fact that she was in a coma the entire time we knew her, but I like to talk to her from time to time at the graveyard.
I apologize for the length of this recollection, but I can't shorten it without first having a lobotomy.
Anywho, I was talking about the time I was bird watching at the local sanctuary with my associates and a couple of their acquaintences. Ugly people, the friends, they were the kind of unattractive that makes people want to gnaw their heads off, if they weren't so oily.
So I'm using the bird call (grouse) that I made, and one of the friends asked if he could use it. I said no, then pulled out my shurikens and stared at him for a while.
Then he said, "I want to know what love is. I want you to show me."
Nothing wrong with being a homosexual, but I don't appreciate being put on the spot like that. It's not like I can say "Oh no, I'm straight, sorry."
So instead I grabbed him by the hair (he was a hairbag), wrapped a noose around his neck and hoisted him up the tree. He swung around for a bit, I dripped some cleaning fluids in my eye, and then he went limp.
My associates chuckled at it, they always seem to laugh at me. Over on the other friend's side of life however, he was petrified, then he asked me how I knew that he wanted to be hung from the tree that day. I said I must be intelligent. Then he brought me back to Earth by telling me that I was in fact suffering from dementia. I bludgeoned him to death with my binoculars.
Looking back, it doesn't seem that intelligence or love were brought up too much in that, but if you read between the lines, you might find a bit of wisdom. I doubt it though.
My friend was in a coma, as some of you know, but died a few months back. Toothless and I didn't cry much due to the fact that she was in a coma the entire time we knew her, but I like to talk to her from time to time at the graveyard.
I apologize for the length of this recollection, but I can't shorten it without first having a lobotomy.
Anywho, I was talking about the time I was bird watching at the local sanctuary with my associates and a couple of their acquaintences. Ugly people, the friends, they were the kind of unattractive that makes people want to gnaw their heads off, if they weren't so oily.
So I'm using the bird call (grouse) that I made, and one of the friends asked if he could use it. I said no, then pulled out my shurikens and stared at him for a while.
Then he said, "I want to know what love is. I want you to show me."
Nothing wrong with being a homosexual, but I don't appreciate being put on the spot like that. It's not like I can say "Oh no, I'm straight, sorry."
So instead I grabbed him by the hair (he was a hairbag), wrapped a noose around his neck and hoisted him up the tree. He swung around for a bit, I dripped some cleaning fluids in my eye, and then he went limp.
My associates chuckled at it, they always seem to laugh at me. Over on the other friend's side of life however, he was petrified, then he asked me how I knew that he wanted to be hung from the tree that day. I said I must be intelligent. Then he brought me back to Earth by telling me that I was in fact suffering from dementia. I bludgeoned him to death with my binoculars.
Looking back, it doesn't seem that intelligence or love were brought up too much in that, but if you read between the lines, you might find a bit of wisdom. I doubt it though.
Sexual Mustard
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He's just having some fun.....some of you take him too seriously.
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dballer
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The other night I was drinking some paint thinner... and it hit me.. Satanic Goatslayer was the guy driving Christine.
At first I was jealous.. but after about 3/4 of a pint of mineral spirits... I started to think to myself, at least someone deserving got to drive that old Chrysler.
At first I was jealous.. but after about 3/4 of a pint of mineral spirits... I started to think to myself, at least someone deserving got to drive that old Chrysler.
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