Alive and well
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Alive and well
There's no good way to do this, so it's gonna go down in here...
Douchebag, as you read these words, just know that I'm ok. In fact, I'm currently sitting in my own personal paradise. I've got fucking Benjamins in the bank, pallets of the fucking finest smelling cologne, and bitches even Slim couldn't pull after two solid hours of game-spittin' in an Abercrombie and Fitch. Life is fucking good, man.
I just couldn't say the same when I rolled with you.
Like I said...there's no good way to go about this, so I'm just going to come out with it...
I'm rolling with O'Cyrus now. I'm done with The Crew. Although I should make one slight correction...WE'RE rolling with O'Cyrus now. That's right, me and Rollins have bolted where the grass is greener, and the sluts are hotter.
Obviously now I don't need to tell you we were never abducted. But that was Rollins and I that smashed up headquarters. You might at the very least take some solace in knowing WE did not kill Dice. No, the Mexicans killed Dice. The very same pack of Mexicans that ass raped and beat the shit out of you, and then back into you. They're actually professional contract killers, and are some of the VERY best - imported straight from Mexico City.
Look...it's like this, man. O'Cyrus treats us like kings. Dude, we don't stay in anything less than 5 Star hotels. You think Quality Inn is actually nice? What the fuck is wrong with you, you fucking DICK? Those aren't nice. Those shit holes rarely even offer high speed internet, and you expected me to get work done?
Oh, and guess what? We're not riding Greyhounds across the fucking country man. Rollins rolls in a Beamer and I've got a brand new Jag. The O-Man pimps us the fuck out. We aren't fucking around anymore. We're making cash, spending cash, looking good, nailing hos, and workin' for a professional.
One more thing before I go...I should probably let you know our main focus right now is...
hunting you down and KILLING you.
AND that fat fucking loser A-Bomb (who we all hated because he smelled like rotting sour cream).
Later, brah.
Douchebag, as you read these words, just know that I'm ok. In fact, I'm currently sitting in my own personal paradise. I've got fucking Benjamins in the bank, pallets of the fucking finest smelling cologne, and bitches even Slim couldn't pull after two solid hours of game-spittin' in an Abercrombie and Fitch. Life is fucking good, man.
I just couldn't say the same when I rolled with you.
Like I said...there's no good way to go about this, so I'm just going to come out with it...
I'm rolling with O'Cyrus now. I'm done with The Crew. Although I should make one slight correction...WE'RE rolling with O'Cyrus now. That's right, me and Rollins have bolted where the grass is greener, and the sluts are hotter.
Obviously now I don't need to tell you we were never abducted. But that was Rollins and I that smashed up headquarters. You might at the very least take some solace in knowing WE did not kill Dice. No, the Mexicans killed Dice. The very same pack of Mexicans that ass raped and beat the shit out of you, and then back into you. They're actually professional contract killers, and are some of the VERY best - imported straight from Mexico City.
Look...it's like this, man. O'Cyrus treats us like kings. Dude, we don't stay in anything less than 5 Star hotels. You think Quality Inn is actually nice? What the fuck is wrong with you, you fucking DICK? Those aren't nice. Those shit holes rarely even offer high speed internet, and you expected me to get work done?
Oh, and guess what? We're not riding Greyhounds across the fucking country man. Rollins rolls in a Beamer and I've got a brand new Jag. The O-Man pimps us the fuck out. We aren't fucking around anymore. We're making cash, spending cash, looking good, nailing hos, and workin' for a professional.
One more thing before I go...I should probably let you know our main focus right now is...
hunting you down and KILLING you.
AND that fat fucking loser A-Bomb (who we all hated because he smelled like rotting sour cream).
Later, brah.
fuck you, asshole. rotten sour cream? that's just what rumple foreskin's wife's gash smells like when i'm elbow deep in her gunt. i'll fucking beat you down so bad rumple foreskin he'll be laughing at you in disgust.
choose your fucking words wisely, asshole. don't think i don't know where you are, cock holster.
choose your fucking words wisely, asshole. don't think i don't know where you are, cock holster.
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When was it good? The whole friggin soap opera was weak from it's inception. I pity those who followed the storyline, participated, and mostly those who wasted a couple of months fantasizing about this shitty story whilst creating it. What a ginormous waste of friggin time.ucantdoitdoggieSTyle2 wrote:War Wagon wrote:When troll jobs go bad, there's only one thing left to do.
OTST.
Sin,
about 2 months ago
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-John Heisman
"Any street urchin can shout applause in victory, but it takes character to stand fast in defeat. One is noise --- the other, loyalty." Fielding Yost
Go Blue!
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I had your point, I was more less adding my couple pennies to the tiredness of the whole charade.ucantdoitdoggieSTyle2 wrote:WolverineSteve wrote:When was it good?
Never. That's why I said "about two months ago." Stevo registered about 1.5 months ago. Get it?
"Gentlemen, it is better to have died as a small boy than to fumble this football."
-John Heisman
"Any street urchin can shout applause in victory, but it takes character to stand fast in defeat. One is noise --- the other, loyalty." Fielding Yost
Go Blue!
-John Heisman
"Any street urchin can shout applause in victory, but it takes character to stand fast in defeat. One is noise --- the other, loyalty." Fielding Yost
Go Blue!
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Which is all you have between your ears.XXXL wrote:tuff gong wrote:whatever the fukk that means. How DO you come up with these epic bon mots?XXXL wrote:It's all good on the west coast...
Thin air.......
Joe in PB wrote: Yeah I'm the dumbass
schmick, speaking about Larry Nassar's pubescent and prepubescent victims wrote: They couldn't even kick that doctors ass
Seems they rather just lay there, get fucked and play victim
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Yes, 437 lovingly polished turds. You’re a fucking moron.XXXL wrote:Goober McTuber wrote:Which is all you have between your ears.XXXL wrote:
Thin air.......
437
Joe in PB wrote: Yeah I'm the dumbass
schmick, speaking about Larry Nassar's pubescent and prepubescent victims wrote: They couldn't even kick that doctors ass
Seems they rather just lay there, get fucked and play victim