R-Jack wrote:Fuck you all. I wish you no goodwill or prosperity. I hope you are all left in a desert and have to eat fingernail clippings and drink your own blood to survive. I hope you get analy violated with an Ipod (the older, bigger one) with it stuck on a Carpenters playlist. Good God I wish you find a videotape of your wife and your daughter taking turns sucking the baby batter out of your childhood bully. I would like all of you to get fired from your job and your boss punches you in the mouth and kicks you in the adams apple. I hope you get lose to Cireo in a battle of wits. I want you to see your mother light your dog on fire. Eat my ass with ranch dressing. I hope all of you drop dead and rot because nobody bothered to check up on your sorry asses until a different stench came up from Mom's basement.
I hope a parade of disgusting fat bitches waddle into the JC Penny shoe department where you've transferred and want to try on a dozen pairs each.
I hope the CV joints in your 94 Sentra shoot craps. I hope you go to Jiffy Lube and pay them $495.95 to change your transmishun fluid trying to get it fixed.
I hope the IRS audits your ass for trying to claim 6 dependents for being strung out on 6 different narcotics.
I hope you forget to renew all your payday loans, they deposit them, and they bounce.
You're right. I clearly remember wishing for no goodwill to come to any of you. Obviously a bus hitting paydirt might be bad for you but very positive to most anyone here who has to read your tripe. So lucky for you, I have to take back my wish for your death.
Instead I wish you get kidnapped and forced to watch your daughter taste her own ass off of a black cock. There you go. Get fucked.
There. That's better. You still suck at trying to run smack, but at least you were coherent that round. Good for you. golf claps
Just curious though what brought on this topic? Was there like ever some point in your dullard posting career where you like delusionally thought you were creative and stuff? Did you ever once think you were better than say, dungslinger?
That's really awesome material there, socal.
What happened to that little yellow price slasher dude? I thought for sure he'd be in any WalMart dance party.
Here's to R-Jacks putting some 2007 touches on his fancy homebuilt Bay Area Crib and burning the UberJackShak down to ashes because of his shitty "permit free" wiring job. I can only wish that with luck you'll burn the neighborhood down as well.
I hope your sled drops a tranny in some shithole town and the mechanic fucks you over then creates bogus charges after you pay the bill on the Corporate Card.
Would a massive quake that levels your town into available Real Estate be asking to much.
