Mikey wrote:
You'd try once and then need help getting off the floor, Nancy.
I guess I didn't make myself clear.
I wasn't
negotiating what your fate is. It is what it is.
You can run around looking the fat douche while I hit myself for three, steal it on back, and do a 720 motherfucking windmill in your fat fucking grille...and so the fuck what if I get rimchecked...
Or, you can lay back and enjoy it.
The choice is yours, but the result is inevitable...that being, that you still suck, even worse now that you're become an even bigger fat fuck.
I'd recommend you save yourself the grief, and avert your high risk of some sort of heart attack, because two things are fact here -- you're at a high risk for such things, you fat fuck; secondly, I sure the fuck ain't going to lift a finger to try and revive you when the nasty hand of fate decides to blow out your pulmonary arteries like I blow out condoms fucking your mom.
But I guess you can dream, fatties.