Jebus, where to begin with this tired, idiotic drivel...
Kierland wrote:110 for too may days Jay? You might want to mix in a pool if you can afford it.
Hmm, last I checked, it was August. There's this thing called a calendar...oh fuck it, never mind.
You're a retard. For instance, when I ask you to show us where Mace actually "spooned" Mike, you quoted him as saying, "Best wishes... get well..." Funny, I don't see a spoon or a knife, but I do see where you just forked yourself. Again. Leave the utensils for the professionals and go back to you're See 'n' Say Wheel.
And then you licked Mace. What me to show you that too?
Yeah, dumbfuck. Show us where that happened. I know you're faggoty broken record is stuck on stupid, but please, lift the needle from the groove and shove it up your plunger receptor. Hell, you won't even need to remove your little pinhead from there first, as that sperm garage of yours obviously has plenty o' room.
Your buddy is still stupid and dead.
Worm food for all, come and get some squirmy.
I’m swimming up stream so fuck you. I can take you fools.
Goddam dumbfuck, enough with the faggot fantasies. We get it already, you're queer. Move along Mary.
Irony that you called irony after you spooned then called ‘fag?’ If you are the best this board has to offer...
Fug. This is either the worst troll job I've seen in a long, long time, or you really are that dumb.
Who said I was the best of the board? I never did. I mean, I know you idolize me, and can't get enough of my attention, but I'm just not into fags, sorry. And just why exactly are you repeating into perpetuity the whole "spooning" metaphor? Did your daddy spoon with you as an infant? As a toddler? As a cum guzzling adult? I know, I know...it's all three. Next.
Or I could spoon like you and end up at the ‘top of the heap'?
See what I mean? And no, you'll forever be stuck, on the 'bottom'.
As I cop a feel on Mace and Mike in the morning.
Faggot is as faggot does I suppose, and Kwierland is the queen of the crop, or belle of the balls, or something. Whatever the case, it's sick.
Or bon appétit if you are running a computer from sometime other than the 20th Century.
Bwa! My Commodore 64 is gold!